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.