Night Train by John Plainsong Lyrics
--- Letter dated May 14:
Desiree
Take the night train down. I miss you so. It's cold and lonely in this town. I'm tired of hiding out in cheap hotels and running place to place. Its been eight years, I don't think anyone would recognize my face
~ Frank
--- Letter dated June 20:
Desiree
Take the night train down. I'd come back home, but the investigator thinks I'm dead and gone. I'm happy the insurance money comes in every month. I just wish you'd come down here and maybe share it with me some
~ Frank
--- Letter dated August 7:
Desiree
Take the night train down. I miss you so. Its cold as bones in this ghost town. We should be lying on the beaches of Cancun just like we planned. You say there's been a change of plans but, honey, I don't understand!
~ Frank
--- Choruses
[If you don't want the fruits of sin
Stay out of the devil's garden, then
What's that sound? is that a whistle I hear?
Talk of the devil and the devil appears!]
[Clickety-clack-clickety clack-coming...
Smokestack lightning and the wheels are humming
Clickety-clack-clickety-clack-coming...]
Desiree
Take the night train down. I miss you so. It's cold and lonely in this town. I'm tired of hiding out in cheap hotels and running place to place. Its been eight years, I don't think anyone would recognize my face
~ Frank
--- Letter dated June 20:
Desiree
Take the night train down. I'd come back home, but the investigator thinks I'm dead and gone. I'm happy the insurance money comes in every month. I just wish you'd come down here and maybe share it with me some
~ Frank
--- Letter dated August 7:
Desiree
Take the night train down. I miss you so. Its cold as bones in this ghost town. We should be lying on the beaches of Cancun just like we planned. You say there's been a change of plans but, honey, I don't understand!
~ Frank
--- Choruses
[If you don't want the fruits of sin
Stay out of the devil's garden, then
What's that sound? is that a whistle I hear?
Talk of the devil and the devil appears!]
[Clickety-clack-clickety clack-coming...
Smokestack lightning and the wheels are humming
Clickety-clack-clickety-clack-coming...]