The sun slips through the broken blinds   Through the dusty panes   And casts a shadow across the bed   Where you and I once lay      Your perfume lingers though you've gone   My poor ol' heart will break   I'm lonesome as the whistle   On the evening train      The jukebox plays a sad old song   I pray to God above   That you'll come riding back to me   On a train of love      I walk down to the station   And watch the trains go by   And stare into my coffee   Just looking for a sign      That one day you'll step off that train   And forgive me for my crimes   Take my hand and walk with me   Till the end of the line      The jukebox plays a sad old song   I pray to God above   That you'll come riding back to me   On a train of love      I never knew I was lucky   Till my luck all slipped away   I gambled with the Devil   And the Devil made me pay      My dreams never came true   Like the roses never bloomed   They withered and they died   In this empty room      The light is gone, the night is here   The day is left behind   The rumble of a distant train   Slithers through my mind      Your photograph is faded   But the memory still remains   Your eyes burn in the tail lights   On the midnight train      The jukebox plays a sad old song   I pray to God above   That you'll come riding back to me   On a train of love      The jukebox plays a sad old song   I pray to God above   That you'll come riding back to me   On a train of love   Train of love, train of love      The jukebox plays a sad old song   I pray to God above   That you'll come riding back to me   On a train of love      The jukebox plays a sad old song   I pray to God above   That you'll come riding back to me   On a train of love   Train of love, train of love, train of love