All good things come to an end, that's what my mother said|If You fly too high, if You stay too long, You will soon be down again|In every town, on every street, everywhere You feel the heat|You're seeing things You don't want to see|And it will never be the same again||Oh, when it all comes down but it still feels good|One more lesson to be learned, if I only could||All my friends call me every day but I don't care what they say|On the midnight train, on the tucka, tucka train|I will soon be home again|On the midnight train, on the midnight train|I'm gonna pack my bag to come home to You|Ride home on the midnight train||Mom and Pa would never try, that ain't their way of life|You're a lonely fool if You break the rules|and You never win the game|But every time I hear them pray, it makes me run to You again|Doing things I really want to do. I will never be the same again||Oh, when the storm comes down in the neighborhood|One more lesson to be learned if I only could||All my friends call me every day but I don't care what they say|On the midnight train, on the tucka, tucka train|I will soon be home again|On the midnight train, on the midnight train|I'm gonna pack my bag to come home to You|Ride home on the midnight train||Oh, when it all comes down but it still feels good|One more lesson to be learned, if I only could||All my friends call me every day but I don't care what they say|On the midnight train, on the tucka, tucka train|I will soon be home again|All my friends call me every day but I don't care what they say|On the midnight train, on the tucka, tucka train|I will soon be home again|On the midnight train, on the midnight train|I'm gonna pack my bag to come home to You|Ride home on the midnight train|On the midnight train, on the midnight train|I'm gonna pack my bag to come home to You|Ride home on the midnight train