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