On an outbound train surrounded by strangers I wonder just where they'll go. As the world flies by right outside my window I see the birds in the sky with nowhere else to be. As our train car derails and rolls into the ocean I'll be honest I wouldn't miss a thing about these Cold-hearted towns and the distance between Everyone here and everything. As the world flies by outside of my window I'll be honest I wouldn't miss a thing. When compassion is dead we'll drown ourselves In a sea of paper that glitters like gold. Some say that hate that it speaks in whispers
But I can hear their curdling screams. And as our train car derails and rolls into the ocean I'll be honest about everything. ♪ As the world flies by outside of my window I'll be honest I wouldn't miss a thing. As the world flies by outside of my window I'll be honest about everything. With the exception of a few familiar faces this place will never feel like home. So we keep our distance and we learn to say goodbye. This place will never feel like home to me.