Haunted.

Trust the wolves, but do not tell them where you are going.

There’s an old black train a'comin’ Scraping long the iron You don’t need no ticket, boys It’ll take you when it’s time Come on now, young strangers Weren’t you someone’s son? How’d you find this depot ‘cause it ain’t where you belong You will pass a graveyard Stones worn by the years The train’ll stop a minute But don’t let it leave you here The coachman is my brother The engineer’s my friend They’ll get you more acquainted by the time you reach the end This journey is a long one It’ll take you all around Life rushing by your window Before it lays you down Now, where this old train’s going You can’t come back from You can leave your baggage here Because we’ll need it when you’re gone