Vista-Dome-Railcar - Bill Nelson

Waiting for December, one more golden year rolls round

Spinning on this reel to reel, my life is sealed in sound

Everything is memory, everything comes clear

No time to waste in wonderland, tomorrow’s almost here

Nevertheless I guess it’s show-time, nevertheless I guess you know

Maybe I could call you sometime, ready or not, here we go

Got a first class ticket, on a vista-dome railcar

Hurry up, don’t miss it, ride that vista-dome railcar

See the empty vessel sing, see the world and everything

And hear the silver trumpets call, see the blue beyond it all

Beyond it all…

Ghosts and phantoms in the fire, fancy shadows flickering

God’s holy fool, as I recall, always begs to differing

Talk is cheap, and tongues will wag, and dogs will have their day

There’s always something left to chance, when nothing’s left to say

Ride that vista-dome railcar, humming like a top

Ride that vista-dome railcar, you know it’s never gonna stop

Never gonna stop, never gonna stop…