Midnight Train

I hear the mournful sound of
The whistle of a train

As it pierces through the silence
Of the dark midnignt calm

It calls to me, and I long to answer
Odd, that something that frightened
Me as a child comforts me now
If I could, I would let my soul slip out

And travel to the poignant call
Of the lonesome midnight train
And journey far to anywhere
And in the morn, return to me