Night Train

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