The message, In a faded envelope, In a vice-like 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
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)