Give me your hand on midnight train, my friend,
And let me take her down to the paradise.
I'll see you again when the shadows rise
And you will see that it isn't the end.
We're lookin' to the fields of promise land,
Lost in the fool fears of our proper lies,
When the past comes around and our flame dies,
I want to keep my blind faith on your hand.
It's time to break the rules of strange place,
While smilin' yellow people , they are dyin',
Please, don't let die that blue light on your face.
Let's look to the sunrise's eyes, I'm cryin'.
It's clear that we're waitin' for the human race,
But we're lonesome travelers in the king's rain.
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