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 sureAll 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 meI 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, and this train don't stop
This train don't stop there anymoreYou 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'll never really understood that stuffAll 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 cryI 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 anymoreWhen 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 groundI 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 anymoreBut this train don't stop, this train don't stop
This train don't stop there anymore, oh yeah