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 rose you bought from me
Reality's just black and white, the sentimental things that write
Never meant that much to me
I used to be the main express, all steaming whistles heading west
Picking up my pain from door to door
Riding on the storyline, furnace burning over time
But this train don't stop, this train don't stop
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 them as they say and weep
I never felt enough to cry
I used to be the main express, all steaming whistles heading west
Picking up my pain from door to door
Riding on the storyline, furnace burning over time
But this train don't stop, this train don't stop
This train don't stop there anymore
When I say 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 steaming whistles heading west
Picking up my pain from door to door
Riding on the storyline, furnace burning over time
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
Oh, yeah
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