(My Heart Is A) Ghost Town

nights are long and the wind is howling down into the hollows somewhere deep inside i can hear you calling out across the great divide right or wrong there's a feeling in my heart i try to follow but lately i just hide and my dream of someday crawling out to cross this great divide isolation heart like a drum and the beating is wearing me down standing at the station but the train never comes still i'm hanging on like some old ghost town miles to go but i see that one way out stars in the distance skies are open wide waiting for my soul to rise above this great divide desperation is a dangerous blade in a reckless and trembling hand sweet salvation just a thin line away i should cut and run but i'll make my stand nights are long but i'll close my eyes again until tomorrow slip the bonds and ride touch the face i long to see above this great divide we'll be all we long to be beyound this great divide