When I was little
I would sit and watch the train go by
Some said it was too loud
Some said it was too much
I said it was beautiful.
It zoomed by and whistled its arrival at me
Causing a wind that snatched up my hair
Gliding by on the rails
It was beautiful.
Trains are
A lovely, deadly thing.
If you look too hard, they might snatch up your soul
Trains take the ghosts where they want to go.
That's what he had told me
Along with that he loved me
And that he'd never leave me
One day, we'd be married
Tied together in a strong bond of hope and happiness
Our love was a train.
Trains are
A lovely, deadly thing.
But he started to fall away
Like a fragile, crisp leaf at the start of a bitter winter
Something inside him faded
And on that night, that cold night
He told me he needed to catch the midnight train
I was angry, I said nothing
Only looked away, that selfish wretch I was
I heard him say he loved me once again
And he whispered this to me.
Trains are
A lovely, deadly thing.
If you look too hard, they might snatch up your soul
Trains take the ghosts where they want to go.
He stood there
Like the dying leaf caught in a snowdrift
My beautiful, dying leaf
He waited for the train
He stood facing away, tears running down his pale face
Standing right in the middle of the tracks
Because he couldn't be late for the midnight train.
He cried in pain.
I cried in sorrow.
Though he didn't have time to finish his cry
The train came and left.
And now I sit and watch
I watch in horror
At the train, the lovely, deadly train
Who've snatched up his soul
And pull on my hair
And hurt my poor ears as they scream over the rails.
I want to ride the train
I don't want to be left behind
Tonight I leave to catch the midnight train.
Because trains are
A lovely, deadly thing.
If you look too hard, they might snatch up your soul
Trains take the ghosts where they want to go.