Song Description

There are 8 Million Stories in the city.

Lyrics

I saw a faded beauty on the D Train yesterday.
Her eyes, half-closed, concealed the tale her hands would give away
A long-abandoned wedding ring still left her knuckle white
Now the D Train is her limousine. Her escort is the night.

And I have my secrets.
My transgressions I confess.
As I stare, in fascination,
On the Midnight Express.

There's a man across the aisle from me with two holes in his boot.
His wife and boy have coats and gloves.
He wears a threadbare suit.
He's counting out his money. The woman starts to weep.
While the D Train is the cradle rocking his young child to sleep.

And I have my secrets.
My transgressions I confess.
As I stare, in fascination,
On the Midnight Express.

At Herald Square two young black vigilantes come aboard.
They swagger through the car and take positions by the door.
Their eyes are flashing challenges. They're spoiling for a fight.
And the D Train is the violence that cuts across the night

And I have my secrets.
My transgressions I confess.
As I stare, in fascination,
On the Midnight Express.