On an outbound train surrounded by strangers
I wonder just where they'll go
As the world flies by right outside my window
I see the birds in the sky with nowhere else to be
As our train car derails and rolls into the ocean
I'll be honest I wouldn't miss a thing about these
Cold-hearted towns and the distance between
Everyone here and everything
As the world flies by outside of my window
I'll be honest I wouldn't miss a thing
When compassion is dead we'll drown ourselves
In a sea of paper that glitters like gold
Some say that hate that it speaks in whispers
But I can hear their curdling screams
And as our train car derails and rolls into the ocean
I'll be honest about everything
As the world flies by outside of my window
I'll be honest I wouldn't miss a thing
As the world flies by outside of my window
I'll be honest about everything
With the exception of a few familiar faces this place will never feel like home
So we keep our distance and we learn to say goodbye
This place will never feel like home to me