Midnight Memory

Midnight, darkness all around, As I stare down a lonely, lonely road. A shadow, a ghost, took me by surprise, I know my life to him I have owed. I looked into his haunted, haunted eyes, And saw the pain as the wind died down. The shadow moved slowly across the ground, Outside of the small town. He said, "Friend, it's good to see you, It's nice to know you care." Then the wind picked up and he was gone, I'm not sure if he was ever really there. When the wind is right, hear his song, Feel the pain, the sadness in the air. When the stars light up the purple sky, I feel that lonesome chill. Every night I hear him sing, And the whistle of a midnight train, and still, It hurts more and more each time. My regret is that I never did care, Until I lost him, lost him in the wind, But at midnight he's always singing there.