MIDNIGHT TRAIN

I SAT THERE WAITING AT THE CROSSING

AS SEVEN FREIGHT CARS SLID BY

NOBODY ELSE WAS BEHIND ME

AT QUARTER TO TWELVE ON THAT NIGHT

NOTHING AROUND ON THE OUTSKIRTS OF TOWN

NOT A SINGLE SOUL IN SIGHT

(EX)CEPT ON A MIDNIGHT TRAIN

WAITING ON A MIDNIGHT TRAIN

A COUPLE OF WHEELS, THEY WERE SQUEALING

AND A BIG BRIGHT MOON LIT UP THE TRACK

I’M HEADED HOME AFTER WORKING

WHERE SOMEBODY WANTED ME BACK

THE ENGINE FLOATED (A)CROSS MY WINDSHIELD

I THOUGHT ABOUT AN OLD LOST FRIEND

RIDING THE MIDNIGHT TRAIN

RIDING THE MIDNIGHT TRAIN

WHEN A LONELY ROAD MET A LONELY RAIL

FLASHING SIGNALS START THE PLAY

THEN A DIESEL ROLLED THROUGH, AND SPOKE NO LINES

NO WORDS IN THE SCRIPT TO SAY

AND THERE’S NOTHING AROUND NEAR THIS OLD MILL TOWN

NOT A SINGLE SOUL IN SIGHT

WHERE A LONELY RAIL MET A LONELY ROAD

THE HOUSE LIGHTS DIM, BEGIN THE PLAY

THEN AN ENGINE ROLLED THROUGH, PULLING SOME CARS

AND CLICKED OFF ANOTHER BRAND NEW DAY

WAITING ON A MIDNIGHT TRAIN

I DON’T MIND

A MIDNIGHT TRAIN

DON’T MIND AT ALL

WAITING ON A MIDNIGHT TRAIN