Not a knife throw from here you can hear the night train passing
   thats the sound somebody makes when they're getting away
   leaving next weeks hanging jury far behind them
   prisoner only of the choices they have made
  
   Night Train
   Night Train
  
   Ice cube in a dark drink shines like star light
   the moon is floating somewhere out at sea
   on an island in the blur of noise and color
   Alcatraz, St. Alina, Patmos and the Chateau D'if
  
   Night Train
   Night Train
  
   And everyone's an island edged with sand
   a temporary refuge where somebody else can stand
   till the sea that binds us like the forced tie of a blood oath
   will wear it down, dissolve it, recombine it
  
   Anyone can die here they do it every day
   it doesn't take much effort though it goes against the grain
   and the ultimate forgetfulness of violence
   sweeps the landscape like a headlight of a train
  
   Night Train
  
   Ice cube in a dark drink shines like star light
   starlight shines like glass shards in dark hair
   and the mind's eye tumbles out along the steel track
   fixing every shadow with its stare
  
   Night Train
   Night Train
  
   And in the absence of a vision there are nightmares
   and in the absence of compassion there is cancer
   whose banner waves over palaces and mean streets
   and the rhythm of the night train is a mantra