I'm worried about you, I'm worried about me
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 phone calls, a voice on the line
Electrical miles that soften the time
Dynamite too is hooked on the wire
And so are the rails of American fliers
Blind boys and gamblers, they invented the blues
Will pay up in blood when this marker comes due
To try and get off now it's about as insane
As those who wave lanterns at runaway trains
Steel rails and hard lives
Are always in two's
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

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