Ghost Repeater All of the drunks Dressed up like Santa Claus Ring Salvation Army bells But the town square is quiet The juke joints are empty Everyone’s buying What no one can sell And the girl I loved once Came to me last night In a dream with a secret to tell She whispered close Can’t you hear the ocean? As she leaned her ear Against a shotgun shell Chorus: Dark was the night Cold was the ground I could barely make out the song Of the Ghost Repeaters Singing Hallelujah His truth is marching on Willie Mae’s crying At the toll booth to heaven With a bottle of gin And a gold-toothed smile Where the dreams pile up All washed out and broken As thick as the stars On the Miracle Mile But the movie is over The theater is empty The credits are starting to roll The wages of sin Don't adjust for inflation It’s a buyer’s market When you sell your soul Chorus The plaza is dark The picadors are dreaming Of blood in the alleys And rust on the vines They sandbag the bulls And prop up the matadors It’s a sweetheart contract They’re taking their time And all the ghost prisoners Who aren't in the ghost prisons Don’t weep at the sound Of your name They just stare up at the clouds Of passenger pigeons Winging back home To the cities of the plain Chorus The star up above The 5th Avenue Christmas tree Is shining tonight Through the cold and the rain To light all the faces In the live nativity Down on the floor Of the stock exchange Dark is the night Cold is the ground The armies march out to defend And the Ghost Repeaters Of the revelators Are singing "Peace on Earth And Good Will to all Men"