Leaving on the midnight train   Seated in a boxcar   With a bottle of champagne   Staring out the window pain   He wonders had his whole life been in vain      Whoa Whoa Whoa   Whoa Whoa Whoa      Coming home to a park bench   He ends another day   Awakened by the noise of a crowd   From a motion picture matinee   Well on the filthy street he’s left to lay   And on the same streets he’ll stay      Whoa whoa whoa   On the streets he’ll stay   Whoa whoa whoa   On the streets he’ll stay   Whoa whoa whoa   On the streets he’ll stay   Whoa yeah      You’re born and then you die   You make love, you cry   As sure as taxes and time   We’re all guaranteed a ride   The tornado in your mind   Twists a freight train lullaby   And the voices in your head   Now your only alibi   Your only alibi      Leaving on the midnight train