All steam and whistles heading west
And if you need to know it
All steam and whistles heading west
I used to be the main express
It really means my engine's breaking down
I used to be the main express
This train don't stop there anymore
Never meant a thing to me
The granite cracks beneath my skin
Picking up my pain from door to door
Riding on the storyline, furnace burning overtime
All the stars and bleeding hearts
All the things I've said in songs
All steam and whistles heading west
All the purple prose you bought from me
Picking up my pain from door to door
But I'm dried up and sick to death of love
Riding on the storyline, furnace burning overtime
I used to be the main express
I crumble into pieces on the ground
I've never felt enough to cry
Read 'em as they say and weep
I don't believe I ever did for sure
And when I think about it
But this train don't stop, and this train don't stop
Picking up my pain from door to door
When I said that I don't care
This train don't stop there anymore
All the tears that welled up in my eyes
Riding on the storyline, furnace burning overtime
I'll never really understood that stuff
The chisel chips my heart again
Reality's just black and white
But this train don't stop, this train don't stop
But this train don't stop, this train don't stop
But this train don't stop, this train don't stop
You don't need to hear it
The sentimental things I'd write
This train don't stop there anymore
Never meant that much to me
