I was workin' at a station sellin' gas and magazines
one foggy late september night
when a car pulled up out by the pump and the driver came inside,
and he asked me for a light.
(chorus) in his leather and his jeans he was right infront of me
lookin wearied from the road
and drivin down the highway for all eternity.
can't forget the night i'd seen---
the night i'd seen the ghost of james dean.
I reached out and lit his cigarette and he headed out the door, left me tremblin' with fear.
his car drove off into the night and i ran out by the road,
watched the tail lights disappear.
Hell and heaven worked together
to make the miracle i'd seen.
The ghost of james dean
the ghost of james dean
ghost of james dean
ghost of james dean (fades...)