Busy feet on cobblestone
I'm minding my own
I hear an old familiar sound
A train leaves I'm nowhere bound
I knew I had it coming
You always told me so
That I would be cut out for more
But too afraid to go
I could buy a ticket take a train
See the open plains in the rain
And arrive at some station feeling new
Spend my days in search for the truth
Never waste a minute again
Never waste a minute again
Like I do
If I could start all over
I know who I'd be
But my crooked smile would reveal
The broken man in me
There's some kind of beauty
In living like this
But I can't help but wonder
What would I truly miss
I could buy a ticket take a train
See the open plains in the rain
And arrive at some station feeling new
Spend my days in search for the truth
Never waste a minute again
Never waste a minute again
Like I do