The clock hands tick, but they don't play fair

I hear the whistle cut through the midnight air

Rust on the tracks, where dreams collide

A journey starts, but nowhere to hide

Moonlight paints shadows on the cold steel

Every turn whispers secrets it can't conceal

A suitcase of memories and a heart worn thin

The train calls out, but won't say where it's been

On the midnight train, we are all like blind

Searching for the pieces we can't find

The wheels hum, a tune that's rough and true, the rhythm

The night pulls me close, me closer to you