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 paint 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 You don't need to hear it, but I'm dried up and sick to death of love 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 paint 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 grinding 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 paint 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 But this train don't stop, this train don't stop This train don't stop there anymore