Market East

These tracks never seemed so lonely. Looking through drawers of faded ticket stubs. Many memories of fun nights brought down by pictures of you and I on the train together, which only seemed to stop when we kissed. Call me weak but it's hard to get off this express train of thought that doesn't stop to think about the bad times, but only the good. And I wish you were on this car with me, but you got off awhile back.
And I haven't seen you since. And these tracks never seemed so lonely. And it's like I've got a million miles to go before I can get over you, and everything you do. Someday this train will finally derail;
Leaving my heart dead and you forgotten. Until then I'll be riding alone. I'll be riding alone. (To where I never know) I'll be riding alone.