I'm going on that midnight train
to that house up in the sky
All I had is in my veins
I won't have to say goodbye

What we had, was it real?
Or just a traveler passing by
with stolen love and borrowed lust
a patchwork quilt of truth and lies

You were such a wicked love
you were just the leaving kind
Every time I close my eyes
that midnight train rolls by

Were you cruel, were you kind?
what you gave did it suffice
Cause it was like poor mans grace
sacred rites on pagan eyes

And I wore that ring for years
even though you never showed
And what I'd give, what I'd take
to never lost and never loved