Midnight train Not metal and steam But that moment you leave What you know For what you can’t see yet It’s the late choice The last chance leaving the station Everyone else asleep You, awake with your suitcase of secrets Midnight train is transition Between who you were And who you might be Too late to turn back Too early to arrive It carries your regret, your hope Side by side in the same small carriage Midnight train means silence So every thought gets louder Past faces in the window glass Future somewhere in the dark ahead It’s escape It’s arrival Same motion Different meaning depending on your seat Midnight train is transition Between who you were And who you might be Too late to turn back Too early to arrive It carries your regret, your hope Side by side in the same small carriage So when someone says “I’m on a midnight train” They’re not just traveling They’re standing in that fragile in‑between Leaving an old life behind Riding toward a version of themselves They haven’t met yet Midnight train is transition Between who you were And who you might be Too late to turn back Too early to arrive It carries your regret, your hope Side by side in the same small carriage
