I hope this old train breaks down then I could take a walk around. See what there is to see, time is just a melody. With all the people in the street walking fast as their feet can take them, I just roll through town.
And though my window's got a view, well the frame I'm looking through seems to have no concern for now. So for now I need this here old train to breakdown.
Oh, please, just let me please just breakdown. Well this engine screams out loud, centipede going to crawl westbound. So I don't even make a sound cause it's going to sting me when I leave this town. And all the people in the street that I'll never get to meet.
If these tracks don't bend somehow. And I got no time that I got to get to where I don't need to be. So I need this here old train to breakdown.
Oh, please, just let me please just breakdown. I want to break on down. But I can't stop now. Let me break on down.
But you can't stop nothing if you got no control of the thoughts in your mind that you kept and you know that you don't know nothing but you don't need to know. The wisdom's in the trees not the glass windows.
You can't stop wishing if you don't let go of the things that you find and you lose and you know. You keep on rolling, put the moment on hold. Because the frame's too bright, so put the blinds down low.
I need this here old train to breakdown. Oh, please, just let me please just breakdown. I got to break on down. But I can't stop now.
