24-Hour Store

Late, late at night
 24-hour store
 Ghosts fly up the aisles, across the shining floor
 Opening and closing automatic doors
 Hands waving mirrors
 Angels fly through lights
 But the sleepless and lost push their squeaking carts
 Down the rows of clothes and see nothing at all
 No, no one hears the singing bones
 And no one sees the crying ghosts
 And everyone thinks I'm alone
 All alone
 But under concrete
 And steel linoleum floors
 There is a fire that will never die
 A golden wheel inside the world
 A golden wheel in plastic and bows
 In particles of light that fall from the sun
 A river of candles
 Tumbling in the dark
 No, no one hears the singing bones
 And no one sees the crying ghosts
 And everyone thinks I'm alone
 All alone
 No, no one hears the singing bones
 And no one sees the crying ghosts
 And everyone thinks I'm alone
 All alone