You (F)may not be lieve it, but I don’t be lieve in mir a (Am)cles (Dm7)an y more.

And (Gm9)when I think a bout it, I (Gm9)don’t be lieve I ev er did for sure.

(F)All the things I’ve said in songs,

all the pur ple (Am)prose you’ve (Dm7)bought from me:

re (Gm9)al i ty’s just black and white, me.

the (Gm9)sen ti men tal things I’d write I (Gm9)nev er meant that much to me.

I (Ab)used to be the main ex press,

all (Fm7)steam and whis tles head ing west,

(Bbm9)pick ing up my pain from (Bbm9)door to door,

(Gb)rid ing on the sto ry line, (Eb)fur nace burn ing o ver time.

But (Db)this train

don’t (Eb)stop,

(Ab)this train

(Cm7)don’t (Fm)stop,

(Bbm7)this train

don’t (Eb11)stop there

an y more.

You (F)don’t need to hear it, but I’m dried be up and sick a (Am)to (Dm7)death of love.

And (Gm9)if you need to know it, I (Gm9)nev er real ly un der stood that stuff.

(F)All the stars and bleed ing hearts,

all the tears that (Am)welled up (Dm7)in my eyes

re (Gm9)nev er meant a thing and to me.

the (Gm9)Read ’em, as they say, and weep!

I (Gm9)nev er felt e nough to cry.

I (Ab)used to be the main ex press,

all (Fm7)steam and whis tles head ing west,

(Bbm9)pick ing up my pain from (Bbm9)door to door,

(Gb)rid ing on the sto ry line, (Eb)fur nace burn ing o ver time.

But (Db)this train

don’t (Eb)stop,

(Ab)this train

(Cm7)don’t (Fm)stop,

(Bbm7)this train

don’t (Eb11)stop there

an y more.

You

(Db)When I say that I don’t care, it (Ab)real ly means my en gine’s break ing down.

The (Bb9)chis el chips my heart a gain, the (Bb9)gran ite cracks be neath my skin, I (Db)crum ble in to piec es on the ground.

I

But (Db)this train

don’t (Eb)stop,

(Ab)this train

(Cm7)don’t (Fm)stop,

(Bbm7)this train

(Ab)don’t (Eb11)stop there

an y more.

Oh, yeah.