This train leaves when the sun goes down

When the lights are low in the northern towns

Starts without a whistle, leaves without a word

Just a light turned red and a driver on board

Through the mountain lakes it's a downward track

Into Lancashire and the cities black

Where the rose was red and the cotton wove

Where the chimney's hushed and the cotton mills closed

Midnight Train like an echo

Of heavy rain falling down

Midnight Train's carrying something

That's like a poison from the ground

>From Nottingham down to Bosworth field

Past canals and forest and the rivers still

By the rails there's a boy who begins to wave

Feels the sting of the wheels like the chill of the grave

Midnight Train like an echo

Of heavy rain falling down

Midnight Train's carrying something

That's like a poison from the ground

When the sun comes up then it's London bound

Over rusty junctions and the underground

Heading east to the coast it's the end of the line

A terminal glowing with nuclear shine

Midnight Train like an echo

Of heavy rain falling down

Midnight Train's carrying something

That's like a poison from the ground

Midnight Train like a chain

Around the body of the land

Seven boxcars full of trouble

Waiting for Pandora's hand

Writer : ROBERTSON, BILLY
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing