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 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 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