歌词
Trains on train tracks are made to come back
From every place that they have ever been
At 7: 30, Sunday off the peak,
I knew she'd leave me but not like this.
You know you're the reason that I felt alive out here,
You know for so long I've been waiting for my chance to disappear.
For wooden sleepers, the girders lie still,
A cold reminders of what you had to do
We're not like train tracks,
Sometimes we have to move
And never come back
Despite the things we lose
You know you're the the reason I've felt out here,
For so long I've been waiting for my chance to disappear
And this town is just a strip of bars and street we call names
It's strange to know that you'll watch me slowly as I pull away.
Trains on train tracks are made to come back.
