Early morning flight, you're
in for the long haul but you
toss and you turn and you
just can't get any sleep so you
board the night train and it
keeps you up as it pulls
out way too soon and through
pitch dark you're speedballing you
rock and you roll but you
gather no moss as you
slip and you slide as you
try to find your way across
a barren landscape of black ice

The nomad follows the northern light
hopes against hope for Holland in the night
miles away from home, address unknown
waiting for a sound or sight of heaven

Next thing you know, you're a
quarter down with no will to go on
ordinarily there'll be three more
but you really don't want to carry on
just hold your horses for a little while
reign them in, don't let them
jump the gun and out the coach 'coz
the midnight express is moving fast
now it's the middle of a moonless night
but Saturn casts its ugly shadow
ringing in yet another re-rerun
fashioning the grand return
a shadow on the morning sun

The geek's got prospects in Acapulco,
dabs her pinprick eye and rides her white horse
down the rabbit hole, milestone 24
but still no sound or sight of heaven

So you pull the chain and bring
the runaway train to a grinding halt
and you step outside but it's
not yet dawn as you shiver at the sight
no there's no one in sight except
that widow draped in a white cloth
red lantern in hand at the door of
a room at the far end of platform number one
a light that shines like a beacon it beckons
urging you to embrace the dark side
but it still ain't what you asked for
where are the bright arclights
and the glares of the videocams?

You thought you'd be a lamb but
no one played the guide so you
led yourself to the slaughter, sadly
it ain't no pay-per-view, no
broadcast live world over, HD
you wished to be the voice of
a vociferous generation but you're not
no medallion, no trophy, no Grammy
now you're in permanent rehab
with nothing but a double whammy, you've
neither life nor legacy as you
show up for your great gig in the sky
long before your time has come

Led astray by the northern light
all hope's lost on a brown Persian night
no direction home from milestone 27
guess there never really was a heaven