she's on the midnight out of memphis an empty train, a window seat a single tattered suitcase tucked away beneath her feet she falls asleep, her head against the window glass the whispers of the trees are soothing as they pass and I know where she wants to go and I've learned the things she wants to know and if I could be there, I'd explain but I know she will remain on someone else's train she's trying to look forward escape her pressured past but daddy's little girl, it seems was growing up too fast so she's riding through that tunnel and that train keeps shuffling on she can't see where she's going her eyes close, she's almost gone and I know where she wants to go and I've learned the things she wants to know and if I could be there, I'd explain but I know she will remain and I know what she's running from and that you win a few by losing some and if I could be there, I'd explain but I know she will remain on someone else's train