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
If you really 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 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 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 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 But this train don't stop
This train don't stop
This train don't stop there anymore Oh, yeah