Elton JOHN


Songs From The West Coast

(2001)



1. The Emperor's New Clothes 4'28
(Elton John / Bernie Taupin)
2. Dark Diamond 4'26
(Elton John / Bernie Taupin)
3. Look Ma, No Hands 4'23
(Elton John / Bernie Taupin)
4. American Triangle 4'49
(Elton John / Bernie Taupin)
5. Original Sin 4'49
(Elton John / Bernie Taupin)
6. Birds 3'52
(Elton John / Bernie Taupin)
7. I Want Love 4'36
(Elton John / Bernie Taupin)
8. The Wasteland 4'21
(Elton John / Bernie Taupin)
9. Ballad Of The Boy In The Red Shoes 4'52
(Elton John / Bernie Taupin)
10. Love Her Like Me 3'58
(Elton John / Bernie Taupin)
11. Mansfield 4'56
(Elton John / Bernie Taupin)
12. This Train Don't Stop There Anymore 4'39
(Elton John / Bernie Taupin)

Total Time: 54:09


  • Elton John - Piano (1-12), Harmonium (6)
  • Rusty Anderson - Guitars (2, 5, 6, 10), Electric Guitars (4, 11), Bozouki (11)
  • Jay Bellerose - Percussion (1, 3, 7, 9)
  • Paul Buckmaster - Horn and String Arrangments, Conductor
  • Paul Bushnell - Bass (1-12), Backing Vocals (1-3, 7, 9, 10. 12)
  • Matt Chamberlain - Drums (2, 4-6, 10-12), Percussion (6)
  • David Channing - Acoustic Guitar (3), DOBRO (6)
  • Bruce Gaitsch - Acoustic Guitar (4, 7)
  • Davey Johnstone - Electric Guitar (3, 7), Acoustic Guitar (9, 11), Guitars (1, 2, 8), Mandolin (9), Backing Vocals (1-3, 7, 9-12)
  • Kudisan Kai - Backing Vocals (7, 8)
  • Patrick Leonard - Hammond B-3 Organ (2, 4), Organ (3), Keyboards (4), Mellotron (10), Keyboards (5, 11)
  • Nigel Olsson - Drums (1, 3, 7-9), Backing Vocals (1, 3, 7, 9-12)
  • Billy Preston - Electric Organ (7), Hammond B-3 Organs (8, 10)
  • Tata Vega - Backing Vocals (8)
  • Rufus Wainwright - Harmony Vocals (4)
  • Stevie Wonder - Clavinet (2), Harmonica (2)
  • Gary Barlow - Backing Vocals (12)

    Produced by Patrick Leonard
    Mixed by Bill Bottrell
    Mastered by Stephen Marcussen.
    Digitally Edited by Stewart Whitmore for Marcussen Mastering.
    A&R Co-Ordination: Derek MacKillop and Todd Interland
    Project Co-Ordination: Adrian Collee, Katrina Leigh and Suzanne Ybarra
    Assistant to Patrick Leonard: Marie Flemmings
    Photography: Sam Taylor-Wood
    Design: Peacock
    US Publicity: Fran Curtis, Rogers & Cowan
    UK Publicity: Alan Edwards, The Outside Organisation Ltd.

    Horns Arranged and conducted by Paul Buckmaster (1)
    Strings Arranged and conducted by Paul Buckmaster (5. 9.11)

    Billy Preston appears Courtesy of
    MCG RECORDS
    Rufus Wainwright appears courtesy of
    DREAMWORKS RECORDS.
    Stevie Wonder appears Courtesy of
    MOTOWN RECORDS

    Music by Elton John
    Lyrics by Bernie Taupin

    US Publicity: Fran Curtis, Rogers & Cowan
    UK Publicity: Alan Edwards, The Outside Organisation Ltd.

    With Thanks To:

    Charlie Allison, Chiduve Ameke, Rusty Anderson, Anne Aslett, Virginia Banks, Johnny & Eddy Barbis, Gary Barlow, Darrin Barter, Derek Baulcombe, Sabine Begue, Jay Bellerose, Howard Berman, Gauthier Bialek, Les Bider, Bill Bottrell, Elise Bourquin, Keith Bradley, Sandra Brant, Laurent Brodt, Paul Buckmaster, Gerard Burini, Paul Bushnell, Loretta Campbell, Bruce Carbone, Paul Carey, Matt Chamberlain, David Channing, Joe Chiccarelli, Tami Chikami, Chris Clarke, Tim Cohen, Adrian Collee, Ronelle Coltham, Patrick Cox, Bernadette Coyle, Laura Croker, Fran Curtis, Fenella Davidson, Paul Davies, Mike Dawson, Jonathan Dixon, Jim Doyle, Alan Edwards, Hattie Edwards, Fred & Sheila Farebrother, Charlie Foster, Lesley Frazer, David Furnish, Jack & Gladys Furnish, Bruce Gaitsch, Kim Garner, Piu Ghosh, Kevin Gilburn, Jonathan Green, Bob Halley, Steve Hamilton-Shaw, Caroline Hamlen, Gary Hampshire, Jennifer Herbert, Erika Hernandez, Lucy Hernandez, Mike Hewitson, Maureen Hillier, Connie Hillman, Sue Hodge, Peter Hunter, Todd Interland, Patrick Isherwood, Jay Jopling, Michelle Jean-Charles, Davey Johnstone, Patrick Jordan, Kudisan Kai, John Kennedy, John Kenny, Robert Key, Mike Lee, Steve Leeds, Howard Leon, Patrick Leonard, Jon Lewis, Monte Lipman, James Locke, Lisa Louie, Sheree Lunn, Derek MacKillop, Matt McCready, Pete Mills, Lindsay Moffat, Bruno Morelli, Doug Morris, John & Jenny Newman, Stuart Nielson, Òàãà & Sasha O'Keefe, Linda Olsen, Nigel Olsson, Chris Page, Frank Presland, Billy Preston, Simon Prytherch, George Quinlan, Guy Rampelberg, Gilles Robitaille, Howard Rose, Chris Russell, John Scott, Sam Scott, Derek Simon, Ingrid Sischy, Steve Smith, Wayne Spencer, Bob Stacey, Adrian Stuart, Bernie Taupin, Sam Taylor-Wood, Sian Thomas, Cornells Van Den Dool, Tata Vega, Donatella Versace, Rufus Wainwright and Sandra Zuccaro
    Everyone at JOHNNY YUMA RECORDING, CELLO STUDIOS, The TOWNHOUSE, SONY STUDIOS, PEACOCK, MERCURY RECORDS LTD. AND UNIVERSAL RECORDS.

    Special Thanks To Ryan Adams, who inspired me to do better.

    To Bernie - things just get better - thank you.
    To Pat Leonard who delivered exactly what I wanted.
    To Bill Bottrell - you are a genius.
    And to David, your love and support mean everything.
    To Bob, Derek, Frank, Keith and Lindsay for being the best team I could wish for. And to Connie, Howard and Virginia in Los Angeles for endless support and love.
    Finally, to Sam Taylor-Wood for the photograph. Howl love you.

    Elton John plays YAMAHA Pianos.
    Elton's clothes by VERSACE.

    All Titles Published by HAPPENSTANCE LIMITED / WRETCHED MUSIC (Administered by WARNER / CHAPPELL MUSIC).
    Lyrics Reproduced with permission.

    This Album is Dedicated to Matthew Shepard and Oliver Johnstone. You will never be forgotten.

    The Official Elton John Web Site:

    www.eltonjohn.com

    Management: Frank Presland, Derek MacKillop and Keith Bradley at TWENTY-FIRST ARTISTS Ltd.

    Recorded by Brian Scheuble at CELLO STUDIOS, September 18th to October 12th 2000, with Alan Sanderson and Jennifer Hifliard assisting.
    Recorded by Joe Chicarelli at
    SONY STUDIOS, January 30th to February 23rd, 2001, with Johnathan Merritt assisting.
    Recorded by David Channing at
    JOHNNY YUMA RECORDING during March and April 2001, with Todd Shoemaker and Katrina Leigh assisting.
    Strings and Horns were Recorded by Joe Chiccarelli at
    CELLO STUDIOS on April 19th and 20th 2001, with Alan Sanderson assisting.

    Stevie Wonder was Recorded at WONDERLAND on April 23rd 2001 by Ralph Sutton, with assistance from Steve Jones.
    Rufus Wainwright was Recorded by David Channing at Ocean Way Studios on April 30th 2001, with Darrell Thorp assisting.
    Mixed at
    CELLO STUDIOS, April 24th to May 9th, 2001, with Alan Sanderson Assisting.

    (p) 2001 MERCURY RECORDS Ltd. (London) ©2001 MERCURY RECORDS Ltd. (London)





    1. The Emperor's New Clothes

      We bet on our lives and we bet on the horses
      In that upstairs apartment
      On Orlando and 4th
      And the rent was due and the rent man was knocking
      Like a Chinese proverb
      We were always searching

      Nightlife’s a no win but nobody noticed
      How we killed off the bottles
      Looking good on the surface
      The dog days barked and the house cat got old
      We were Bonnie and Clyde
      In the emperor’s new clothes

      And the tears never came
      They just stayed in our eyes
      We refused to admit that we wore this disguise
      Every inch of us growing
      Like Pinocchio’s nose
      As we walked around in the emperor's new clothes

      We flew by our wits and by the seat of our pants
      In the state of illusion
      In the nation of chance
      And the repo was hauling the wreck we’d been driving
      As the dashboard Madonna
      Smiled back at us kindly

      We cheated the system never batting an eyelid
      Seeing only the good
      Through the holes in our shoes
      And our halos were rusty but we wore them proudly
      We were two little gods
      In the emperor’s new clothes

      And the tears never came
      They just stayed in our eyes
      We refused to admit that we wore this disguise
      Every inch of us growing
      Like Pinocchio’s nose
      As we walked around in the emperor's new clothes

    Solo
      We were Bonnie and Clyde
      In the emperor's new clothes

      And the tears never came
      They just stayed in our eyes
      We refused to admit that we wore this disguise
      Every inch of us growing
      Like Pinocchio’s nose
      As we walked around in the emperor's new clothes
      Emperor’s new clothes
      Emperor’s new clothes

    2. Dark Diamond

      Oh, I’m a dark diamond
      I’ve turned hard and cold
      Once was a jewel with fire in my soul
      There’s two sides of a mirror
      One I couldn’t break through
      Stayed trapped on the inside, wound up losing you

      Tell me how does it work?
      How do you make things fit
      Spent all my life trying to get it right
      I’ve put it together and it falls apart
      I thought to myself I might understand
      But when the wall's built
      And the heart hardens
      You get a dark diamond
      Dark diamond

      Oh, I’m a dark diamond
      But you’re something else
      You read me more than I read myself
      The one star I could count on
      Only comet I could trust
      You burnt through my life to the true meaning of love

      Tell me how does it work?
      How do you make things fit
      Spent all my life trying to get it right
      I’ve put it together and it falls apart
      I thought to myself I might understand
      But when the wall's built
      And the heart hardens
      You get a dark diamond
      Dark diamond

    Solo
      3Tell me how does it work?
      How do you make things fit
      Spent all my life trying to get it right
      I’ve put it together and it falls apart
      I thought to myself I might understand
      But when the wall's built
      And the heart hardens
      You get a dark diamond
      Dark diamond

      Dark diamond
      You get a dark diamond
      Dark diamond
      Dark diamond
      You get a dark diamond
      Dark diamond
      You get a dark diamond
      Dark diamond

    3. Look Ma, No Hands

      I’ll take a rainy day
      To make a champagne shower
      Poach some horn and tusk
      To build an ivory tower

      Been to Philadelphia
      The day it was closed
      I walked to New Orleans
      Down a Louisiana road

      The skeletons they hung from the bushes and the trees
      But not a skull among ‘em said boo to me
      In a time of wine and cheap cigars
      I’m on top of the world
      Top of the world Ma

      Look Ma no hands
      Look Ma ain’t life grand
      I’m a super power; I’m a handy man
      Didn’t I turn out, didn’t I turn out to be
      Everything you wanted Ma
      Ain’t you proud of me

      It takes a silver tongue
      To have the Midas touch
      Not your alchemist
      Making gold from rust

      Been down in Roswell
      When the Martians came
      I sailed to Mandeville
      Across Lake Pontchartrain

      Look Ma no hands
      Look Ma ain’t life grand
      I’m a super power; I’m a handy man
      Didn’t I turn out, didn’t I turn out to be
      Everything you wanted Ma
      Ain’t you proud of me

    Solo
      The skeletons they hung from the bushes and trees
      But not a skull among ‘em said boo to me
      In a time of wine and cheap cigars
      I’m on top of the world
      I'm on top of the world Ma

      Look Ma no hands
      Look Ma ain’t life grand
      I’m a super power; I’m a handy man
      Didn’t I turn out, didn’t I turn out to be
      Everything you wanted Ma
      Ain’t you proud of me

      Didn’t I turn out, didn’t I turn out to be
      Everything you wanted Ma
      Ain’t you proud of me

    4. American Triangle

      Seen him playing in his backyard
      Young boy just starting out
      So much history in this landscape
      So much confusion, so much doubt

      Been there drinking on that front porch
      Angry kids mean and dumb
      Looks like a painting that blue skyline
      God hates fags where we come from

      Western skies don’t make it right
      Home of the brave don’t make no sense
      I've seen a scarecrow wrapped in wire
      Left to die on a high ridge fence
      It’s a cold, cold wind, it’s a cold, cold wind
      It’s a cold wind blowing, Wyoming

      See two coyotes running down a deer
      Hate what we don’t understand
      You pioneers give us your children
      But it’s your blood that stains their hands

      Western skies don’t make it right
      Home of the brave don’t make no sense
      I seen a scarecrow wrapped in wire
      Left to die on a high ridge fence
      It’s a cold, cold wind, it’s a cold, cold wind
      It’s a cold wind blowing, Wyoming

      Somewhere that road forks up ahead
      To Ignorance and innocence
      Three lives drift on different winds
      Two lives ruined one life spent

      Western skies don’t make it right
      Home of the brave don’t make no sense
      I've seen a scarecrow wrapped in wire
      Left to die on a high ridge fence
      It’s a cold, cold wind, it’s a cold, cold wind
      It’s a cold wind blowing, Wyoming

      It’s a cold, cold wind, it’s a cold, cold wind
      It’s a cold wind blowing, blowing
      Wyoming

    5. Original Sin

      Oh, it’s carnival night
      And they’re stringing the lights around you
      Hanging paper angels
      Painting little devils on the roof

      Oh the furnace wind
      Is a flickering of wings about your face
      In a cloud of incense
      Yea, it smells like Heaven in this place

      I can’t eat, can’t sleep
      Still I hunger for you when you look at me
      That face, those eyes
      All the sinful pleasures deep inside

      Tell me how, you know now, the ways and means of getting in
      Underneath my skin,
      Oh you were always my original sin
      And tell me why, I shudder inside, every time we begin
      This dangerous game
      Oh you were always my original sin

      A dream will fly
      The moment that you open up your eyes
      A dream is just a riddle
      Ghosts from every corner of your life

      Up in the balcony
      All the Romeo’s are bleeding for your hand
      Blowing theater kisses
      Reciting lines they don’t understand

      I can’t eat, can’t sleep
      Still I hunger for you when you look at me
      That face, those eyes
      All the sinful pleasures deep inside

      Tell me how, you know now, the ways and means of getting in
      Underneath my skin,
      Oh you were always my original sin
      And tell me why, I shudder inside, every time we begin
      This dangerous game
      Oh you were always my original sin

      Tell me how, you know now, the ways and means of getting in
      Underneath my skin,
      Oh you were always my original sin
      And tell me why, I shudder inside, every time we begin
      This dangerous game
      Oh you were always my original sin

    6. Birds

      There’s some things I don’t have now
      Some things I don’t talk about
      These things are between myself and I
      In my thick skull the joker hides

      There’s consequences I’m scared to taste
      Cold hard truths I can’t face
      These days are different than the past
      Reflections change in the looking glass

      And everywhere I look there’s something to learn
      A sliver of truth from every bridge we burn
      A hatful of quarters and a naked song
      Don’t answer the question of where we belong

      How come birds
      Don’t fall from the sky when they die?
      How come birds
      Always look for a quiet place to hide
      These words
      Can’t explain what I feel inside?
      Like birds I need a quiet place to hide

      These independent moves I make
      This confidence I try to fake
      You can hear the beating of my heart
      But not a feather falling in the dark

      And everything I hear never makes any sense
      Another old prophet perched on the fence
      A cupful of pencils and a self help guru
      Don’t answer the question of what I am to you

      How come birds
      Don’t fall from the sky when they die?
      How come birds
      Always look for a quiet place to hide
      These words
      Can’t explain what I feel inside?
      Like birds I need a quiet place to hide

    Solo
      How come birds
      Don’t fall from the sky when they die?
      How come birds
      Always look for a quiet place to hide
      These words
      Can’t explain what I feel inside?
      Like birds I need a quiet place to hide

    7. I Want Love

      I want love but it’s impossible
      A man like me’s so irresponsible
      A man like me is dead in places
      Other men feel liberated

      And I can’t love shot full of holes
      Don’t feel nothing I just feel cold
      Don’t feel nothing just old scars
      Toughening up around my heart

      But I want love
      Just a different kind
      I want love
      Won’t break me down
      Won’t brick me up
      Won’t fence me in
      I want a love
      That don’t mean a thing
      That’s the love I want
      I want love

      I want love on my own terms
      After everything I’ve ever learned
      Me I carry too much baggage
      Oh, man I’ve seen so much traffic

      But I want love
      Just a different kind
      I want love
      Won’t break me down
      Won’t brick me up
      Won’t fence me in
      I want a love
      That don’t mean a thing
      That’s the love I want
      I want love

      So bring it on I’ve been bruised
      Don’t give me love that’s clean and smooth
      I’m ready for the rougher stuff
      No sweet romance, I’ve had enough

    Solo
      A man like me’s dead in places
      Other men feel liberated

      But I want love
      Just a different kind
      I want love
      Won’t break me down
      Won’t brick me up
      Won’t fence me in
      I want a love
      That don’t mean a thing
      That’s the love I want
      I want love

      I want love
      Just a different kind
      I want love
      Won’t break me down
      Won’t brick me up
      Won’t fence me in
      I want a love
      That don’t mean a thing
      That’s the love I want
      I want love

    8. The Wasteland

      Some days I think it’s all a dream
      The things I’ve done, the places that I’ve been
      This life of mine seemed surreal at times
      Wasted days and nights in someone else’s mind

      Could it be I’m not for real?
      I’ve slapped my face to check out how I feel
      There’s hostages to prove it’s true
      Who lives behind the mask was never proved

      Come on Robert Johnson
      Though we’re worlds apart
      You and I know what it’s like
      With the devil in our heart
      You sold your soul at the crossroads
      Kept a little of mine on hand
      I’m wading out this muddy water
      Been stranded in the Wasteland

      Rattling chains all around my bed
      Ghosts can laugh but they're already dead
      I’m not dying and I’m far from gone
      The blues man spent his candle but his pain lives on

      Come on Robert Johnson
      Though we’re worlds apart
      You and I know what it’s like
      With the devil in our heart
      You sold your soul at the crossroads
      Kept a little of mine on hand
      I’m wading out this muddy water
      Been stranded in the Wasteland

    Solo
      Come on Robert Johnson
      Though we’re worlds apart
      You and I know what it’s like
      With the devil in our heart
      You sold your soul at the crossroads
      Kept a little of mine on hand
      I’m wading out this muddy water
      Been stranded in the Wasteland

      Come on Robert Johnson
      Though we’re worlds apart
      You and I know what it’s like
      With the devil in our heart
      You sold your soul at the crossroads
      Kept a little of mine on hand
      I’m wading out this muddy water
      Been stranded in the Wasteland

      In a Wasteland

    9. Ballad Of The Boy In Red Shoes

      I’m stoned in the twilight
      Screaming on the inside
      Give me your water
      Help me survive

      Gonna miss the sunlight
      When I lose my eyesight
      Give me my red shoes
      I want to dance

      They searched for an answer
      But that old man wouldn’t listen
      Back then I was handsome
      Back then he was ignorant

      And shave off the years now
      It’s all inside my head
      The boy in the red shoes is dancing by my bed
      Put them in a box somewhere
      Put them in a drawer
      Take my red shoes
      I can’t wear them anymore

      Had garlands in the wings back then
      All the pretty little things back then
      Calling out my name
      Oh what fame brings

      After curtain calls and bows
      I can't see the front row now
      Hand me my red shoes
      Just one more time

      They pushed aside our presence
      They refused to go the distance
      Back then I was Sigmund
      Back then he wouldn’t listen

      And shave off the years now
      It’s all inside my head
      The boy in the red shoes is dancing by my bed
      Put them in a box somewhere
      Put them in a drawer
      Take my red shoes
      I can’t wear them anymore

    Solo
      They pushed aside our presence
      They refused to go the distance
      Back then I was Sigmund
      Back then he wouldn’t listen
      Back then I was handsome
      Back then he was ignorant

      And shave off the years now
      It’s all inside my head
      The boy in the red shoes is dancing by my bed
      Put them in a box somewhere
      Put them in a drawer
      Take my red shoes
      I can’t wear them anymore

      Put them in a box somewhere
      Put them in a drawer
      Take my red shoes
      I can’t wear them anymore

      Take my red shoes
      I can’t wear them anymore

      Take my red shoes
      I can’t wear them anymore

    10. Love Her Like Me

      You can take her
      Make her change her name
      You and your old money
      Dance around the flame
      But you can never, never love her like me

      You can charm her
      Calm her when she’s wild
      Show a little comfort
      Play with her inner child
      But you can never, never love her like me

      So I just close my eyes and steal her away when you sleep
      Sneak her in my dreams every single day of the week
      You may have her in real world but if you could only see
      How we rock this room in the twilight zone
      And you can never, never love her like me

      You can warm her
      Charm her with your style
      I know you convinced her
      She’s the love of your life
      And no, you’ll never, never love her like me

      You can bless her
      Keep her conscience clean
      You can undress her
      Go all the places I’ve been
      But you’ll never, never love her like me

      So I just close my eyes and steal her away when you sleep
      Sneak her in my dreams every single day of the week
      You may have her in the real world but if you could only see
      How we rock this room in the twilight zone
      And you can never, never love her like me

      So I just close my eyes and steal her away when you sleep
      Sneak her in my dreams every single day of the week
      You may have her in the real world but if you could only see
      How we rock this room in the twilight zone
      And you can never, never, never, never, never
      Love her like me

      Love her like me

      Love her like me

    11. Mansfield

      It’s a case I guess of paradise lost
      Ten years back on the hands of the clock
      In that little house on Mansfield
      On your old block
      Sometimes the magic of the past is all we’ve got

      Just you and me at a crossroads then
      Ain’t it funny how we were old friends
      Accidentally thrown together
      Did we intend
      To be the romantic novel you never want to end

      And it’s the contact of the eye that meets across a crowded room
      And how I kind of wound up the lyrics to your tune
      You said, “Funny but it feels like I’ve known you all my life
      And how it might feel to kiss you on the mouth tonight”

      In between the Star of David and the California moon
      The Santa Ana winds blew warm into your room
      We were crazy, wild and running
      Blind to the change to come
      In that little house on Mansfield
      We’d wake at the break of dawn
      In an Indian summer gone

      In the candlelight I can recall
      Your naked shadow looking ten feet tall
      Like a wild pony dancing
      Along the wall
      Off balance I found love the only place to fall

      And it’s the contact of the eye that meets across a crowded room
      And how I kind of wound up the lyrics to your tune
      You said, “Funny but it feels like I’ve known you all my life
      And how it might feel to kiss you on the mouth tonight”

      In between the Star of David and the California moon
      The Santa Ana winds blew warm into your room
      We were crazy, wild and running
      Blind to the change to come
      In that little house on Mansfield
      We’d wake at the break of dawn
      In an Indian summer gone

      Wake at the break of dawn
      In an Indian summer gone
      Wake at the break of dawn
      In an Indian summer gone

      At the break of dawn

      At the break of dawn

      At the break of dawn


      At the break of dawn

    12. This Train Don't Stop There Anymore

      You may not believe it
      But I don’t believe in miracles anymore
      And when I think about it
      I don’t believe I ever did for sure
      All the things I’ve said in songs
      All the purple prose you bought from me
      Realties just black and white
      The sentimental things I’d write
      Never meant that much to me

      I used to be the main express
      All steam and whistles heading west
      Picking up my pain from door to door
      Riding on the Storyline
      Furnace burning overtime
      But this train don’t stop
      This train don’t stop
      This train don’t stop there anymore

      You don’t need to hear it
      But I’m dried up and sick to death of love
      If you need to know it
      I never really understood that stuff
      All the stars and bleeding hearts
      All the tears that welled up in my eyes
      Never meant a thing to me
      Read ‘em as they say and weep
      I’ve never felt enough to cry

      I used to be the main express
      All steam and whistles heading west
      Picking up my pain from door to door
      Riding on the Storyline
      Furnace burning overtime
      But this train don’t stop
      This train don’t stop
      This train don’t stop there anymore

      When I say that I don’t care
      It really means my engines breaking down
      The chisel chips my heart again
      The granite cracks beneath my skin
      I crumble into pieces on the ground

      I used to be the main express
      All steam and whistles heading west
      Picking up my pain from door to door
      Riding on the Storyline
      Furnace burning overtime
      But this train don’t stop
      This train don’t stop
      This train don’t stop there anymore

      But this train don’t stop
      This train don’t stop
      This train don’t stop there anymore