Fourteen more miles and we’re there.
After that I just don’t care,
What happens to you, even If you’re left behind.
We’ve been together a long way.
Been sleeping with you every day.
But you’ve been squealing in my ear the whole damn time.
Can’t take this anymore.
I gotta pull the cord.
I gotta get off this train before my marbles roll away.
You’ve helped me out a lot,
But I’ve gotta jump the pot.
I wanna go stir crazy but I can’t move anyway
I’m sick of being cold,
And of being told,
To get a fucking job before I go sleep next to shit.
This life fucking blows.
Are these holes in my clothes,
Or in my logic that this would be a romantic trip?
The next time that I roll out of this place,
I’ll be heading for desert or rain.
The wheels are keeping time to my dismay.
With the tracks a steady blur, I roll away.
Even thought I’ve ridden all these years,
I’ve yet to find the romance in these tears.
So as I turn my back, I walk away.
I’ll never ride another fucking train!