One, two, three, four In the middle of a sentence On a Friday afternoon You disappear Like a ghost in sunlight Your outline starts to fade In the middle of the desert I saw the Queen Marie Her chandeliers Ablaze Blazing as she sank into the sand Blazing as she went down with her hands You cling to what you know Like a ghost in sunlight It's fixin' to rain A tornado's on the line They tore up the tracks This morning The tracks they laid, the day that you were born Look at them, they're gone Yeahhhhhhhh I love it Yeahhhhhhhh That's how I feel tonight Yeahhhhhhhh I'm saying, yeahhhhhhhh I'm saying, yeahhhhhhhh Like a ghost in sunlight