Came into Atlanta
Dreaming of Lorraine
Came so tired of riding
Across the Southbound plane
Still feel the wheels roll
Feeling just the same
Still wheels still roll
On the long night train
Met me at the station
Took me to a room
Was a time of need
Was a rising moon
Angels at the table
With candles and beer Heard that midnight train moan
Miles away from here
Lay me down on a pallet
Laid it soft and low
Lorraine lay beside me
Sad I had to go
Gypsy boy I traveled with Played his old guitar
Watched that candle flicker
Like some low morning star
But time to part must always come Time the bells must ring
Time for lovers to say goodnight I'll see you in my dreams
But time to part must always come Time when trade went sane
Time to hit the road again Time for traveling