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 bought from me 
Reality's just black and white 
The sentimental things I'd write 
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 storyline 
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 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 'em as they say and weep 
I've never felt enough to cry 
 
When 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 ground