Midnight Liberty Train

Hello beautiful, how’s the evening treating ya?

Plush with wine, music and roast..

Friends and highways after dark;

Hill town trips, walks by the sea coast.

Just living it twenty, twenty-one?

How’s that feel? Alive and loving it?

The morning toast, the siesta sun..

Yes the noon can be lonely slight,

But remember when I tell you this tonight:

When you go wrong alone, it still feels right—

On the midnight liberty train.

 

Boy, It sure must be something to be away,

Not living in fear—

Of homes coming down, and the family’s curse--

They don’t put you down, I hear;

The hand that rocks the cradle can get much worse…

So go on hon, Ride along then--

Right past that house with the loveless wife;

The narcissistic mother, the dad with the knife.

‘tis no pleasure to be holding a pen..

When you could be living your story

Family breeds contempt;

And wars within walls never fetched you glory.

So go wrong alone, and still feel right—

You’re on the midnight liberty train.

 

 

I don’t ask you to hate it, I just warn you—Don’t overrate it.

Now, I wouldn’t stop you for the night,

Grab those bags and be on your way again

‘Cause when you go wrong alone, it still feels right—

Smile, you’re on the midnight liberty train

on the midnight liberty train

on the the midnight liberty train…