Trains - The Narrative

Trains on train tracks are made to come back

From every place that they’ve ever been

Seven-thirty sunday of the week

I knew she’d leave me but not like this

You know you’re the reason that I felt alive out here

So alone I’ve waiting for my chance to disappear

The wooden sleepers, the girders lie still

Are cold reminders of what you had to do

We’re not like train tracks

(We're not like train tracks)

Sometimes we have to move

(Sometimes we have to move)

And never come back

(And never come back)

Despite the things we lose

You know you?

re the reason I felt alive out here

So alone I’ve waiting for my chance to disappear

This town is just a strip of bars and streets with common names

It’s strange to know you?

ll watch me as I slowly move away

Trains on train tracks are made to come back