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.