text: You may not believe it
  But I dont believe in miracles anymore
  And when I think about it
  I dont believe I ever did for sure
  All the things Ive said in songs
  All the purple prose you bought from me
  Realitys just black and white
  The sentimental things Id 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 dont stop
  This train dont stop
  This train dont stop there anymore
  You dont need to hear it
  But Im 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
  Ive 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 storyline
  Furnace burning overtime
  But this train dont stop
  This train dont stop
  This train dont stop there anymore
  When I said that I dont care
  It really means my engines breaking down
  The chisel chips my heart again
  The granite cracks beneath my skin
  I crumble into pieces on the ground
  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 dont stop
  This train dont stop
  This train dont stop there anymore
  This train dont stop
  No, this train dont stop
  This train dont stop there anymore