Wednesday, April 27, 2011 at 1:50am


United States
33° 48' 23.4144" N, 118° 11' 28.5144" W

The Sound of The Midnight Train

Running through the night.
While everyone is asleep.
Not knowing it’s direction.
Till it see’s the morning breeze.
The midnight train does not ask where to go, where’s it headed, or where it’ll stop.
Not caring the hour of the clock.
It keeps on going with it’s head on high. Throwing smoke into the midnight sky.

The midnight train passing through the cold summer night.
Loving the rusty railroads it has to fight.
The sound of static coming alive, beneath the broken man made sky.
The midnight train and one mans only understanding, wall streets one and only misunderstanding

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