It's a search for missing children Voices down the phone He'd packed his bag for nowhere He knew where he was going Down that road in the dead of night There was now no way of knowing Among the faceless knaves and queers Which face he should be showing Looking down the shot gun Feels a gorging fear She whispered something private I didn't care to hear Oh, but I was close enough An angel dressed in black Feel the beating in his chest Rollin', rolling, rolling down the track Reaching at this black touch Yes, the queen of souls knows where Now watch her squeeze the trigger On the night train On the night train out of nowhere She was of his mystery She was his only one Looking for deliverance The boy was on the run How was I to finish What someone else had done No ending or beginning Just stroke and a pointing gun There comes a voice from the shadow Hey brother, over here Like this boy upon the gallows I could read his face so clear Reaching all this black touch Yes, the queen of soul knows where Now watch her squeeze the trigger On the night train out of nowhere Reaching all this black touch The queen of soul knows where Now watch her squeeze the trigger She was on the night train On the night train out of nowhere (Night train) out of nowhere On the night train out of nowhere (Night train) out of nowhere On the night train out of nowhere.