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.