Gypsy and the Midnight Ghost - Lobo

Late one night the midnight ghost rolled out of San Jose

We could hear the echo of the whistle across the bay

Gypsy said that he could hear

The freedom he couldn’t see

I smiled and rubbed old Rex’s head

I think he understood me From the Hills of California

To the North Carolina coast

Gypsy saw the skies looking through my eyes

Riding on the midnight ghost.

Gypsy would grab my arm and ask what we were passing by

I’d describe the Rio Grande and the redwood In the sky

Now we never talked about the time my mistake took away his sight

Gypsy had accepted that he said Rex makes it alright.

We made friends in every state that’s real important to me Gypsy and Rex would have a home if something should happen to me But I know the only thing that would bring old Gypsy down

Is having to miss the midnight ghost and all of those moving sounds.