The sun slips through the broken blinds
Through the dusty panes
And casts a shadow across the bed
Where you and I once layYour perfume lingers though you've gone
My poor ol' heart will break
I'm lonesome as the whistle
On the evening trainThe jukebox plays a sad old song
I pray to God above
That you'll come riding back to me
On a train of loveI walk down to the station
And watch the trains go by
And stare into my coffee
Just looking for a signThat one day you'll step off that train
And forgive me for my crimes
Take my hand and walk with me
Till the end of the lineThe jukebox plays a sad old song
I pray to God above
That you'll come riding back to me
On a train of loveI never knew I was lucky
Till my luck all slipped away
I gambled with the Devil
And the Devil made me payMy dreams never came true
Like the roses never bloomed
They withered and they died
In this empty roomThe light is gone, the night is here
The day is left behind
The rumble of a distant train
Slithers through my mindYour photograph is faded
But the memory still remains
Your eyes burn in the tail lights
On the midnight trainThe jukebox plays a sad old song
I pray to God above
That you'll come riding back to me
On a train of loveThe jukebox plays a sad old song
I pray to God above
That you'll come riding back to me
On a train of love
Train of love, train of loveThe jukebox plays a sad old song
I pray to God above
That you'll come riding back to me
On a train of loveThe jukebox plays a sad old song
I pray to God above
That you'll come riding back to me
On a train of love
Train of love, train of love, train of love