This Train Don't Stop There Anymore

You may not believe itBut I don't believe in miracles anymoreAnd when I think about itI don't believe I ever did for sure

All the things I've said in songsAll the purple prose you bought from meReality's just black and whiteThe sentimental things I'd writeNever meant that much to me

I used to be the main expressAll steam and whistles heading westPicking up my pain from door to doorRiding on the storyline, furnace burning overtimeBut this train don't stop, and this train don't stopThis train don't stop there anymore

You don't need to hear itBut I'm dried up and sick to death of loveAnd if you need to know itI'll never really understood that stuff

All the stars and bleeding heartsAll the tears that welled up in my eyesNever meant a thing to meRead 'em as they say and weepI've never felt enough to cry

I used to be the main expressAll steam and whistles heading westPicking up my pain from door to doorRiding on the storyline, furnace burning overtimeBut this train don't stop, this train don't stopThis train don't stop there anymore

When I said that I don't careIt really means my engine's breaking downThe chisel chips my heart againThe granite cracks beneath my skinI crumble into pieces on the ground

But this train don't stop, this train don't stopThis train don't stop there anymore, oh yeah