Letters to Hollywood.

Friday, November 12, 2010

Call You Up In The Middle Of The Night

Dear Movies,
Can you help me remember how to smile? Make it somehow all seem worthwhile. How on earth did I get so jaded? Life's mystery seems so faded. I can go where no one else can go, I know what no one else knows. Here I am just drownin' in the rain with a ticket for a runaway train




Everything is cut and dry
Day and night, earth and sky
Somehow I just don't believe it


Bought a ticket for a runaway train
Like a madman laughin' at the rain
Little out of touch, little insane
Just easier than dealing with the pain

Runaway train never comin' back
Runaway train tearin' up the track
Runaway train burnin' in my veins
Runaway but it always seems the same

James

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