I remember the days of growing up   When we were young and wild and free   With mama and daddy watchin' over us.   I remember they told me...      "Keep your back to the darkness of this world.   Always know your own heart, son.   Tell us what will you do with your life,   Oh, when all is said and done?"      And every night I'd hear the thunder   Of the rollin' midnight train,   And I'd hear that lonesome whistle blow,   Callin' out my name.      I remember the day I might my girl   When she was all of seventeen,   Dancin' like an angel   To a love song serenade.      I'd take her riding in my daddy's car.   We'd go deep into those fields   And share the secrets of our youth   That no darkness could conceal.      And every night we'd hear the thunder   Of a rollin' midnight train,   And I'd hold her close and swear   Our love could never fade away.      Oh, yeah!      Now, Barry Glenn, he was my best friend   Through those reckless summer days,   And we rode our bikes to the riverside   And wished our lives away.      When he was eighteen, he joined the marines,   But he was too wild to be tamed.   Yeah, he survived and came back alive.   We never were the same. Oh no.      Now I'm a man and I understand   What it means to be alone,   But I spend my nights with my own June bride.   Got a love that's carved in stone.      So, keep you back to the darkness of this world.   Always know your own heart, son.   Remember who you are, and who you were,   And where it is that you come from.      Yeah, and I still hear the thunder   Of a distant midnight train.   It's rumblin' down those phantom rails   Of my memory.      Yeah, I still hear the thunder   Of a rollin' midnight train,   And I hear that lonesome whistle blow,   Callin' out my name.      To roll me home.   Roll me on down that line.   Roll me home.   Roll me on... down that line.