I'm not made for this, I'm not in shape

My heart don't bend like that, it just breaks

When we bring your bags down to the track

To take you back



I'm no good at this, don't know what to do

Waiting on this platform, all these people waiting too

I don't say much, 'cause I don't want to say

Stay



Don't the sun cry fire in the sky every night

When it tries

To say goodbye



I curse the train and its shiny steel

When the whistle blows I curse the wheels

And I curse my heart for the way it feels

Oh



Don't the sun cry fire in the sky every night

When it tries

To say goodbye



I take the stairs up while everybody comes down

They just got the word: next train, next town

And I'm pretty sure now you're gonna come around

Again



Don't the sun cry fire in the sky every night

When it tries

To say goodbye