The messageIn a faded envelopeIn a viselike gripThe passageOf a carriage in the darkOn a foreign trip againThe imageOf a figure in the treesIn the evening rainThe knowledgeOf a stranger in your midstOn a speeding train againNight trainNight trainNight trainHe sensesPerfume lingers in the nightSmell of French cologneHe watchesAs a hand turns down the lightLeaves him all alone againHe whispersIn a dim lit empty roomBut it's all in vainHe laughsWhen he reads the note he findsOn the midnight train againNight trainNight trainNight trainJourney on the night trainJourney on the night trainNight trainJourney on the night trainNight trainNight trainNight trainNight trainNight trainNight trainNight trainNight trainNight trainNight train
