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