Born on a Train
Some roads are only seen at night
Ghost roads — nothing but neon signs.
But some nights the neon gas gets free
and turns into walking dead like me
And I’ve been making promises I know I’ll never keep
One of these days I’m gonna leave you in your sleep
I’ll have to go when the whistle blows, the whistle knows my name
Baby, I was born on a train.
Well I know that you were never young
And I know you probably won’t get old
But honey nobody’s gonna hurt you anymore
And nobody’s going to make you want to die
I’ll go some cold and grey morning,
and you won’t remember anything
Some people don’t believe in dying,
but some of us don’t believe in life
