She was just a small-town girl. Just, living, in a lonely world. She took the midnight train, going anywhere. Just a city boy. Born and raised in South Detroit. He took the midnight train, going anywhere. A singer in a smokey room. The smell of wine and cheap perfume (nasty). For a smile (that's it?) they can share the night. It goes on, and on, and on, and on (wow that's a long time).