This train leaves when the sun goes downWhen the lights are low in the northern townsStarts without a whistle, leaves without a wordJust a light turned red and a driver on boardThrough the mountain lakes it's a downward trackInto Lancashire and the cities blackWhere the rose was red and the cotton woveWhere the chimney's hushed and the cotton mills closedMidnight Train like an echoOf heavy rain falling downMidnight Train's carrying somethingThat's like a poison from the ground>From Nottingham down to Bosworth fieldPast canals and forest and the rivers stillBy the rails there's a boy who begins to waveFeels the sting of the wheels like the chill of the graveMidnight Train like an echoOf heavy rain falling downMidnight Train's carrying somethingThat's like a poison from the groundWhen the sun comes up then it's London boundOver rusty junctions and the undergroundHeading east to the coast it's the end of the lineA terminal glowing with nuclear shineMidnight Train like an echoOf heavy rain falling downMidnight Train's carrying somethingThat's like a poison from the groundMidnight Train like a chainAround the body of the landSeven boxcars full of troubleWaiting for Pandora's hand

 

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