The Midnight Train

And the morning mist is lifting,
Silently it fades away,
Memories slowly drifting,
Echoes of yesterday.
When the hillside is bereft of,
The pastures and the grazers fair,
Do you mourn what has left off?
Do you miss what’s no longer there?
And this room is unfamiliar,
The quiet drives me insane,
But in the distance the silence is broken,
By the sound of the midnight train.
And the music softly playing,
Rekindles thoughts of long ago,
I recall you were saying,
There was so much you didn’t know.
How certain thoughts make you shiver,
Of this I’m more than aware,
Can’t change the flow of the river,
As ineffective as prayer.
And this room is unfamiliar,
The quiet drives me insane,
But in the distance the silence is broken,
By the sound of the midnight train.
And the shadows they have left me,
They are fleeting, they have flown,
And the shadows move so deftly,
And they’ve left me all alone.
When the morning mist delights me,
Bids adieu to the silver moon,
When the sunshine, it excites me,
Then disappears much too soon.
And this room is unfamiliar,
The quiet drives me insane,
But in the distance the silence is broken,
By the sound of the midnight train.