Sitting on the midnight train
Getting off at whatever stops last
There's a girl across the Isle from me
Saw her reflection in the glass

Strange looking out into the darkness
And seeing the brightness of her eyes
In a daydream state staring back at me
From the middle of the midnight skies

I can't say for sure if shes looking at me or not
Trying to think of something I could say
Lost in every minute that flashes by
midnight sure is a funny time of day