A Night Train Midnight Bags Gathered Round My Feet
Possessions Some Lessened To Carry With Me Heavy And
Soothing Like A Gentle Symphony I Rest My
Head Right Back Upon My Seat It′s Hard And
Cold Tho' The Best Thing For Me This Train
Is Movin′ But My Heart Is Stationery Seasons
Change It Won't Ever Be The Same I'm Hopin′
I Won′t Stay The Same Reasons Strange Why We
Always Play These Games I Left It With
You I Hope That Was Discreet I Made Sure
I Put It Upon The Cellar Doors It's Hanging
Open When You Read It While I Weep
Last Time The Last Time It Flickers Through Me
So Vivid It Rushes From My Head Down To
My Feet We′re Laughing We're Joking Through? To
My Defeat Seasons Change It Will Never Be
The Same I′m Hoping I Won't Stay The Same
Reasons Strange Why We Always Play These Games.