Helping Hands

Car engine dies right on the tracks
Whistle screams get off my path
Paralyzed and gripped by fear
Twenty tons of steel is near

Something from beyond the grave
Little ghouls sometimes behave
Fiction fact or just a dream
Maybe pure insanity

Haunting thoughts now fill my head
By all means I should be dead
My rearview captured lucent haze
A spectral force that spared my fate

Something from beyond the grave
Ghostly hands that came to save
Fiction fact I can’t decide
Or did my mind betray my eyes

Gazing back on that dark night
In my mind it’s still not right
A steady push by murky hands
Kept me from the Promised Land

Shadows linger cold as stone
Murmur secrets none should know
In the dark their chill remains
Those hands will haunt me all my days

Something from beyond the grave
Little ghouls sometimes behave
Fiction fact or just a dream
Maybe pure insanity
Fiction fact I can’t decide
Or did my mind betray my eyes

Something from beyond the grave
Those hands will haunt me all my days