Ooh, dig that midnight summer's rain
I wonder what would have happened if I had gotten on that train
It feels like a dream, but most of it's real
It's hard to control, what you think or what you feel
The night glows purple, with the moon cloaked in blue
I'm somewhat sorry for those words that I said to you
I was angry and rash
So the vision of you is now ash
But I don't take back what I said
They're will be no regret until I'm dead
For regret is fickle and phony
People only feel it when they're lonely
Alone is not a word I associate with myself
I have my family, My friends, and my health
So dig that midnight summer's rain
Just so happens that I caught that train
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