Lyrics

Alone on a train You're running towards (Or maybe away from) A reason to wake each morning Your thoughts again Drift to us and what we have (or haven't) become Your head shakes and you think, "Never again" It's true what they say about fools who leave too soon They don't ever really move on You put your hand in your bag And pull out the Carver book you grabbed Before leaving It's then you realize, "In this, too, she was right" You make an excuse You make up a lie You sell what's left of your soul Like the best friend you just sold To sleep easy at night It's true what they say about fools who speak too soon They don't ever really know What they're getting into (Or out of) You're on your way The taste of blood from a bitten tongue You're in need of some new teeth that won't cave in