You may not believe it
But I don't believe
in miracles anymore
And when I think about it
I don't believe
I ever did for sure
All the things I've said in songs
All the purple prose
you bought from me
Reality's just black and white
The sentimental things I'd write
Never meant that much to me
I used to be the main express
All steam and whistles
heading west
Picking up my pain
from door to door
Riding on the storyline
Furnace burning overtime
But this train don't stop,
This train don't stop,
This train don't stop
there anymore
You don't need to hear it
But I'm dried up and
sick to death of love
And if you need to know it
I never really
understood that stuff
All the stars and
bleeding hearts
All the tears that
welled up in my eyes
Never meant a thing to me
Read 'em as they say and weep
I've never felt enough to cry
I used to be the main express
All steam and whistles
heading west
Picking up my pain
from door to door
Riding on the storyline
Furnace burning overtime
But this train don't stop,
This train don't stop,
This train don't stop
there anymore
When I said that I don't care
It really means
my engine's breaking down
The chisel chips my heart again
The granite cracks
beneath my skin
I crumble into pieces
on the ground
I used to be the main express
All steam and whistles
heading west
Picking up my pain
from door to door
Riding on the storyline
Furnace burning overtime
But this train don't stop,
This train don't stop,
This train don't stop
there anymore
This train don't stop,
This train don't stop,
This train don't stop
there anymore
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