Runaway Train

I was riding on a runaway train

She was flying like a seagull

Caught wind and shadow, and I called out for her name

The rock, the bird, the steeple

She was looking for a Saturday dance

I was hoping not to mumble

Just then she took me, and she kissed me in a stance

Guess we're headed for a tumble

Whoa...

We're gonna turn the page

She was looking for a circular event

We were aware of the spiral

And paranoia made us social as cement

We faded in colors and styles

A cup of tea for the Mrs. Little Man

Me, I'll have me a whiskey

You should have seen us when we very first met

The gun, the hat, the risky

Whoa...

Looking back I think she took me for a ride

I thought that I was jiving on the water

Walking side by side

But every drama dreamer never really drowns and dies

'Cause drama dreamers tumble, but we fade

And then we fly high

The rock, the bird, the steeple

The rock, the bird, the steeple

Whoa...