The midnight train rolls on those rusted tracks,
Underneath the weight of dreams and faded backs.
Echoes of my sorrows in the hollow sound,
As my aching heart searches for lost ground.
Southern skies are weeping, clouds hanging low,
A lonely whistle blows, where do I go?
Each mile feels like a memory, cut deep like a knife,
The rhythm of the rails a song of my life.
Every station passing blurs like a shadow,
Faces in the window, reflection, and sorrow.
The ghost of a love that slipped right through my hands,
Now rides on this midnight train across these lands.
Whispers in the distance call my name tonight,
But the darkness wraps me tighter, holding on so tight.
I hear the bassline thumping, the sorrowful refrain,
As I ride on this journey, chasing dreams down the lane.
Oh, the tired old freight cars, sighing with the breeze,
Tell tales of lost love that dance through the trees.
With each ache of the engine, and every clattering beat,
I'm just a soul traveling, feeling incomplete.
But as the stars start to twinkle in the vast twilight,
I find a flicker of hope, a reason to fight.
For every midnight train must come to its end,
And through the pain of my past, I will learn to mend.
So let the wheels keep rolling on those rusted tracks,
For in the shadows, I’ll find what I lack.
With a heart still aching but ready to change,
I’ll find my way home on this midnight train.
Blues
Midnight train, rusted tracks, hollow sound, aching heart, southern skies