Things all look pretty good now, pretty good for horribly bleak   Of course I kid, you'll be fine now    You'll be over this in under a week      And sometimes I feel like standin' up to all these vulturing dogs   I got my jogging suit and any minute I might come out to take you on      I'm just waiting for you to prove me wrong      You can call but,   You can call but I'm not comin'      I keep finding (Riding on a rail)   I keep finding (Riding on a rail)   I keep finding ways to make my world come down (Riding on a rail, that's my day now)   I keep finding (Riding on a rail)   I keep finding (Riding on a rail)   I keep finding the way (Riding on a rail, that's my day)      Well, you might be a sly dog as you enter the tent   Seeping through these gaping holes and seeking out this young and curious scent   It's absolutely revolting, every word that you say   You're so encapsulated you never considered that there might be some other way      I'm just waiting for you to prove me wrong      You can call but,   You can call but I'm not comin'      I keep finding (Riding on a rail)   I keep finding (Riding on a rail)   I keep finding ways to make my world come down (Riding on a rail, that's my day now)   I keep finding (Riding on a rail)   I keep finding (Riding on a rail)   I keep finding the way (Riding on a rail, that's my day)      I'm not comin'      I'm not comin' back 'round here no more   No, I'm not comin' back 'round here no more      I'm not comin' back 'round here no more   No, I'm not comin' back 'round here no more