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 really 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 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 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 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 But this train don't stop This train don't stop This train don't stop there anymore Oh, yeah