You may not believe it, but I don't believe in miracles anymoreAnd when I think about it, I don't believe I ever did for sureAll the things I've said in songs, all the purple rose you bought from meReality's just black and white, the sentimental things that writeNever meant that much to meI used to be the main express, all steaming whistles heading westPicking up my pain from door to doorRiding on the storyline, furnace burning over timeBut this train don't stop, this train don't stopThis train don't stop, this train don't stopThis train don't stop there anymoreYou don't need to hear it, but I'm dried up and sick to death of loveAnd if you need to know it, I never really understood that stuffAll the stars and bleeding hearts, all the tears that welled up in my eyesNever meant a thing to me, read them as they say and weepI never felt enough to cryI used to be the main express, all steaming whistles heading westPicking up my pain from door to doorRiding on the storyline, furnace burning over timeBut this train don't stop, this train don't stopThis train don't stop there anymoreWhen I say that I don't care, it really means my engine's breaking downThe chisel chips my heart again, the granite cracks beneath my skinI crumble into pieces on the groundI used to be the main express, all steaming whistles heading westPicking up my pain from door to doorRiding on the storyline, furnace burning over timeBut this train don't stop, this train don't stopThis train don't stop there anymoreThis train don't stopThis train don't stopThis train don't stop there anymoreOh, yeah*