Men They Couldn't Hang Midnight Train
This train leaves when the sun goes down When the lights are low in the northern towns Starts without a whistle, leaves without a word Just a light turned red and a driver on board Through the mountain lakes it's a downward track Into Lancashire and the cities black Where the rose was red and the cotton wove Where the chimney's hushed and the cotton mills closed Midnight Train like an echo Of heavy rain falling down Midnight Train's carrying something That's like a poison from the ground >From Nottingham down to Bosworth field Past canals and forest and the rivers still By the rails there's a boy who begins to wave Feels the sting of the wheels like the chill of the grave Midnight Train like an echo Of heavy rain falling down Midnight Train's carrying something That's like a poison from the ground When the sun comes up then it's London bound Over rusty junctions and the underground Heading east to the coast it's the end of the line A terminal glowing with nuclear shine Midnight Train like an echo Of heavy rain falling down Midnight Train's carrying something That's like a poison from the ground Midnight Train like a chain Around the body of the land Seven boxcars full of trouble Waiting for Pandora's hand
