Midnight Train

This autumn midnight I wait for my train

I am so cold now, so damp from the rain.

I hear it chugging down the track

Soon it will come to take me back.

I fill with grief, for I'm leaving this place.

I hear the whistle cry like a horn

I glance back at the station, feeling forlorn.

The conductor waves on down at me

And informs me that this ride will be free

Then the train is stopping on the track

For just a moment I must look back.

I have no regrets over leaving this town

My new destination will be my own

I see the houses flying by

My family waves and starts to cry.

Forever I thought my life would last

But now I watch it, blurring past.