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      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      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      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