It’s not even midnight, but I hear it rolling through.
When I hear that night train, I always think of you.
The dreams I had, the plans we made, it all got lost somehow.
I try to forget your kiss, but I can taste you now.
The echo of the night train.
The memory of your touch.
The magnetic connection.
The ethereal rush.
Release me from this reverie, let me please let go.
Night train, take his memory, he doesn’t have to know.