The Ghost of the Superchief John Stewart

Red lanterns on a foggy night
Lonesome whistles down the shiny moon derails
As the ghost of the superchief silently runs through the Indiana homeland
Deep in the heart of the country
Trying desperately to remember itself

To remember Norman Rockwell and the mealtime prayers
Mom and dad, guest for floor and stairs
Guess for dinner, don't be late
Iron streetlights, golden gates
The mission in the riverside days
A nancy, walky sidewalk play
Honking horns on beach a day
Texaco fire in night-red sky
Hop along, Cassidy, and the neckerchief slides
To be Stewart, Doarse, Dave, buried Fitzgerald going my way
National velvet, Kelnovak sighs
The bells of St. Mary's
The best years of our lives
County fares and carnival rides
Toto wheels shoot the moon
Moto recorseries, pale baloons
Summer days that never end
Blue Schwinn bikes, the best of friends
Pasadena and Chapman woods
Fetch, football in the neighbourhood
Merry badges, white, bright futures
Cool machines, movie stars, boyhood dreams