Runaway Train

I'm worried

About you,

I'm worried about me,

The curves around

Midnight aren't easy to see,

Flashing red warnings unseen in the rain

This thing has turned

Into a runaway train

(Long-distance)



Long-distance phone calls, a voice on the line

Electrical miles that soften the time

The dynamite, too, is hooked on the wire

And so are the rails of American Flyers

Blind boys and gamblers, they invented the blues

Will pay up in blood when this marker comes due

To try to get off now, it's about as insane

As those who wave lanterns at runaway trains



Steel rails and hard lives are always in twos

I have been here before this and now it's with you



I'm worried about you, I'm worried about me

We're lighting the fuses and counting to three

And what are the choices for those who remain

The sign of the cross on a runaway train

This thing has turned into a runaway train

This thing has turned into a runaway train

Our love has turned into a runaway train