I'm going on that midnight train to that house up in the sky All I had is in my veins I won't have to say goodbye What we had, was it real? Or just a traveler passing by with stolen love and borrowed lust a patchwork quilt of truth and lies You were such a wicked love you were just the leaving kind Every time I close my eyes that midnight train rolls by Were you cruel, were you kind? what you gave did it suffice Cause it was like poor mans grace sacred rites on pagan eyes And I wore that ring for years even though you never showed And what I'd give, what I'd take to never lost and never loved