i heard the midnight train go by
while lying in my bed
long and low was the whistle cry
and i awoke as if i was led
quietly i slipped outside,
and headed down the hill.
the pale moon was trying to hide
and the noise of the crickets was shrill.
the tracks were cold and my feet were wet
the dew on the grass had fallen.
cold and splinters wont stop me yet
'cause around the bend is callin'.
