The sound of thunder wake me from my sleep
And restore me from my dream
I turn my gaze to the outside, I see
The glass of window wet by the rain
I take my bottle of whiskey
Paint with me this lonely journey
Blowing smoke cigarette bring my thought drift away
I sit in this quiet carriage
Time seemed to freeze inside of me
Only the train horn and sound of friction wheels
Breaking the silence of the night
I see an old lady on the otherside
She hold a bible in her hand
When she looked at me I can feel
There's a warmth in her smile
Reminds me of my mother
Rearrange all the pieces of memories of my home
This train runs through the night
As if taking me out of my past
Return to the land of my birth
Back where I started all over again
And then I drink my whiskey again
Till the last drop flow in my blood
Wondering if there's a devil that hovering
Looking for a space in my mind
I grab his tail and slam him to the ground
Crack his head with a bottle in my hand
Breaking his wing and crush his bones, it seem so fun
I think it's time to go back to reality
Then I light my cigarette
I move up from my seat down the aisle
In the train to the next carriage
I feel the night wind hit my face
As I passed beside the door
Heavy rain has changed drizzle I stand in there
And look at the dark clouds
They seemed runaway from me
Like the shadows of mypast I have let it past
Yeah let it past
This train runs through the night
Along with thousand longing in my heart
To smell the air, and feel the warmth
When my feet planted on my land
Talk again 'bout the beauty
Of all the old story
Singing again about the wonderful
Memories of love