Leaving on the midnight train
Seated in a boxcar
With a bottle of champagne
Staring out the window pain
He wonders had his whole life been in vain
Whoa Whoa Whoa
Whoa Whoa Whoa
Coming home to a park bench
He ends another day
Awakened by the noise of a crowd
From a motion picture matinee
Well on the filthy street he's left to lay
And on the same streets he'll stay
Whoa whoa whoa
On the streets he'll stay
Whoa whoa whoa
On the streets he'll stay
Whoa whoa whoa
On the streets he'll stay
Whoa yeah
You're born and then you die
You make love, you cry
As sure as taxes and time
We're all guaranteed a ride
The tornado in your mind
Twists a freight train lullaby
And the voices in your head
Now your only alibi
Your only alibi
Leaving on the midnight train