The message
In a faded envelope
In a viselike grip
The passage
Of a carriage in the dark
On a foreign trip again
The image
Of a figure in the trees
In the evening rain
The knowledge
Of a stranger in your midst
On a speeding train again
Night train
Night train
Night train
Night train
Night train
Night train
He senses
Perfume lingers in the night
Smell of french cologne
He watches
As a hand turns down the light
Leaves him all alone again
He whispers
In a dim lit empty room
But it's all in vain
He laughs
When he reads the note he finds
On the midnight train again
Night train
Night train
Night train
Night train
Night train
Night train
Journey on the night train
Journey on the night train
Night train
Journey on the night train
Night train
Night train
Night train
Night train
Night train
Night train
Night train
Night train
Night train
Night train
