Matraca Berg - That Train Don't Run

A fallen angel on a weekend pass
Never looked forward, never looked back
A blaze of glory down a one way track

I hear the whistle
I hear the rumble
And at two a.m. outside my door
Must be your memory
Rattlin' the shutters
That train don't run by here no more

Oh yeah, we were rollin' in the wild, wild days
He kept on going and I changed my ways
Now I'm a good girl, I do what's right
Still sometimes in the middle of the night