This Train Don't Stop There Anymore sing and play along

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've bought from me:

reality's just black and white, me.

the sentimental things I'd write I 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 story line, 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 be up and sick a to death of love.

And 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

re never meant a thing and to me.

the 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 story line, furnace burning overtime.

But this train don't stop,

this train don't stop,

this train don't stop there anymore.

You

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

But this train don't stop,

this train don't stop,

this train don't stop there anymore.

Oh, yeah.