And there's always love Whether tattered, strained, or torn And on a train through the midwest I was trying to get reborn / in a mining town That had long been left to dust Stood a statue of a man A plant poking through the rust And there's always love When you think there's none to give And when we stumbled through the cave where a hermit used to live And to say goodbye Makes a mess of all my thoughts It makes me wish for eloquence When its love that's all I've got And on that slow train rolling Through the city The sun is rising The cornfields blurring My mind is muddled Our hearts our heavy Our bodies seem so temporary