Night Train

The message

In a faded envelope

In a viselike gripThe passage

Of a carriage in the dark

On a foreign trip againThe image

Of a figure in the trees

In the evening rainThe knowledge

Of a stranger in your midst

On a speeding train againNight train

Night train

Night trainHe senses

Perfume lingers in the night

Smell of French cologneHe watches

As a hand turns down the light

Leaves him all alone againHe whispers

In a dim lit empty room

But it's all in vainHe laughs

When he reads the note he finds

On the midnight train againNight train

Night train

Night trainJourney on the night train

Journey on the night train

Night train

Journey on the night train

Night trainNight train

Night train

Night trainNight train

Night train

Night trainNight train

Night train

Night train