Midnight Train from Time Enough by terrapin

Running on the steel road,
Pavements of platforms I know.
Tall grass either side of the tracks.

What becomes of us all;
Growing up and growing old.
Cold glass, on my neck and my back.

I’m riding the midnight train,
Heading home once again.
And I see people, the young and the old.
I see all ages, and they all hold,
Each other’s hands for warmth.

Across from me some middle-aged men,
Drunk on wine and burger king.
Together for the first time in years again.

Behind me, a family of four.
Tired parents but the kids exhausted more,
Asleep now, wildlings quieter than gentlest wind.

I’m riding the midnight train,
Heading home once again.
And I see people, the young and the old.
I see all ages, and they all hold,
Each other’s hands for warmth.

A loner, mysterious boy.
Self-esteem all destroyed,
Fretful and watching for his leave.

And I see two teenage girls,
Maybe nineteen years old or so,
Passed out, lying down on the seats.

I’m riding the midnight train,
Heading home once again.
And I see people, the young and the old.
I see all ages, and they all hold,
Each other’s hands for warmth.

I'm riding the midnight train.

Running on the steel road,
Pavements of platforms I know.
Tall grass either side of the tracks.


I’m riding the midnight train,
Heading home once again.
And I see people, the young and the old.
I see all ages, and they all hold,
Each other’s hands for warmth.

• #acoustic
• #acoustic guitar
• #indie
• #indiefolk
• #singersongwriter
• Acoustic
• United Kingdom