Some roads are only seen at night.
Ghost roads, nothing but neon signs.
But some nights the neon gas gets free,
And turns into walking dead like me.

And I’ve been making promises I know I’ll never keep.
One of these days I’m gonna leave you in your sleep.
I’ll have to go when the whistle blows;
The whistle knows my name.
Baby, I was born on a train.

Well I know that you were never young--
And I know you probably won’t get old--
But honey nobody’s gonna hurt you anymore,
And nobody’s gonna make you want to die.

And I’ve been making promises I know I’ll never keep.
One of these days I’m gonna leave you in your sleep.
I’ll have to go when the whistle blows;
The whistle knows my name.
Baby, I was born on a train.

I’ll go some cold and gray morning,
And you won’t remember anything.
But some people don’t believe in dying,
And some of us don’t believe in life.

And I’ve been making promises I know I’ll never keep.
One of these days I’m gonna leave you in your sleep.
I’ll have to go when the whistle blows;
The whistle knows my name.
Baby, I was born on a train.