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 *** 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