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Itâs a sound of pain, hear the whistle wail.
Itâs that midnight train, on a cold steel rail
With itâs clickety âclack marking time on track.
Wonât bring him home, wonât bring him back.
That dark, eerie night night when it called him away
She held him close, and tried to make him stay
She kissed his lips, then sent him to his fate
Neither one knew it meant heavens gate.
Remembering when they met, his long golden hair
Every girl around, seemed to turn and stare
Now the silent rooms, and the empty wall
Wonât say a thing, they donât whisper at all.
Her prayer sounds so hollow, and she canât make it right
She waits for his ghost, to come in the night
She watches the moon, and waits by the door
Listening for his footsteps, again on the floor
- Album:
- Pleasure Madness
- Night and Day