You may not believe it
But I don't believe in miracles anymore
And when I think about it
All the things I've said in songs
I don't believe I ever did for sure
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
Riding on the storyline
Picking up my pain from door to door
But this train don't stop,
This train don't stop there anymore
Furnace burning overtime
This train don't stop,
But I'm dried up and sick to death of love
You don't need to hear it 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 Picking up my pain from door to door
I used to be the main express
All steam and whistles heading west
Riding on the storyline
Furnace burning overtime
This train don't stop, But 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 granite cracks beneath my skin
The chisel chips my heart again
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
Furnace burning overtime
Riding on the storyline
But this train don't stop,
This train don't stop,
This train don't stop there anymore.
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