This train leaves when the sun goes down  When the lights are low in the northern towns  Starts without a whistle, leaves without a word  Just a light turned red and a driver on board  Through the mountain lakes it's a downward track  Into Lancashire and the cities black  Where the rose was red and the cotton wove  Where the chimney's hushed and the cotton mills closed  Midnight Train like an echo  Of heavy rain falling down  Midnight Train's carrying something  That's like a poison from the ground  >From Nottingham down to Bosworth field  Past canals and forest and the rivers still  By the rails there's a boy who begins to wave  Feels the sting of the wheels like the chill of the grave  Midnight Train like an echo  Of heavy rain falling down  Midnight Train's carrying something  That's like a poison from the ground  When the sun comes up then it's London bound  Over rusty junctions and the underground  Heading east to the coast it's the end of the line  A terminal glowing with nuclear shine  Midnight Train like an echo  Of heavy rain falling down  Midnight Train's carrying something  That's like a poison from the ground  Midnight Train like a chain  Around the body of the land  Seven boxcars full of trouble  Waiting for Pandora's hand