The best I could do is transcribe a sound sample:

...fast freight called the Midnight Ghost
We huddled in our blanket sharin' coffee in a tin,
And thought about New York as the cold crept in,
Workin' on our karma, taken as it comes,
Spinnin' out the dharma in the cold gray sun.
The wind was always with us when we need[ed] it the most
Ridin' shotgun on a train called the Midnight Ghost.