Letra de Riding the Train (The Meter Maid Mix)

Looking ahead in a cynical world
Riding the train with a beautiful girl
Everything changes, everything dies
Dreams rattle around inside
Silver and gold glitter at night
And everything broken will be alright
Dreams, lord I've had mine
Little bit bald and battered in time
Tune the pegs and swing my wrist
Every little moment comes down to this
Better be brave, 10 feet tall
Get out of the dark and shine for us all
Looking ahead in a cynical world
Riding the train with a beautiful girl
Everything changes, everything dies
Dreams rattle around inside
La da da
La da da
Watching the meter maid, tickets are hung
And rolling her eyes when the Beatles are sung
Delivering stress from little black books
Deflecting words and angry looks
Bombs and bullets project across
The children run and we get lost
Watching the news report the pain
Farmers sweat and pray for rain
Holy Mary dear mother of God
Pray for us all as we bumble and plod
We try to learn the hard of heart
And turn our sorrow into art
Looking ahead in a cynical world
Riding the train with a beautiful girl
Everything changes, everything dies
Dreams rattle around inside
And I still love you
La da da
La da da
And over the rainbow the story is told
A little more pot, though, than ever was gold
Plugging away and rising still
We always have and we always will
Looking ahead in a cynical world
Riding the train with a beautiful girl
Everything changes, everything dies
Dreams rattle around inside
And I still love you