Blowing the whistle on me

Even though I've had an awesome week, my struggles are still present (darn). I loved this video when it first came out and as I've listened again to the song it seems to resonate with me. I feel like I used to be so full of energy, so dynamic, immune to pain; I was just worried about myself and could ignore any hurt or weakness and that the facade has been coming down as life tests me. This song may seem sad, but I think it's an honest reflection of who I am right before I stop feeling sorry for myself and get 'back on the horse'.


This Train Don't Stop There Anymore
By Elton John and Bernie Taupin

You may not believe it But I don't believe in miracles anymore
And when I think about it I don't believe I ever did for sure
All the things I've said in songs All the purple prose you bought from me
Reality's just black and white The sentimental things I'd write
Never meant that much to me

I used to be the main express All steam and whistles heading west
Picking up my pain from door to door
Riding on the storyline Furnace burning overtime
But this train don't stop, This train don't stop,
This train don't stop there anymore

You don't need to hear it But I'm dried up and sick to death of love
If you need to know it I never really understood that stuff
All the stars and bleeding hearts All the tears that welled up in my eyes
Never meant a thing to me Read 'em as they say and weep
I've never felt enough to cry
When I said that I don't care It really means my engine's breaking down
The chisel chips my heart again The granite cracks beneath my skin
I crumble into pieces on the ground

I used to be the main express All steam and whistles heading West
Picking up my pain from door to door
Riding on the story line, furnace burning overtime
But this train don't stop, this train don't stop
This train don't stop there anymore

But this train don't stop, this train don't stop
This train don't stop there anymore