Lletres: Flatlanders. Wheels of Fortune. Midnight Train.

That midnight tram is a long and a slow one
The timetable's set, the brakernan is tired
Your seat is reserved with exceptions for no one
No luggage allowed, no ticket required

It will be there right on time at the station
Even if midnight must come at high noon
And you will not know that tram's destination
And you'll not leave late nor one minute too soon

You may sit beside fear and go worse than lonely
Or travel with trust and love and faith restored
These choices you have and these choices only
When that tram rolls in and you step on board

Now that whistle blows, yes it's already whimn'
If you listen close, you can hear it soft and clear
And that headlight burns, yes it's already shimn'
You might as well choose right now, it's love or fear
It's love or fear