~Chorus~
I was riding on a runaway train
She was flying like a s-ea-gull
Caught wind and shadow and I called out for her name
The rock, the bird, the st-eeple
She was looking for a Saturday dance
I was hoping not to m-umble
Just then she took me and she kissed me in a stance
Guess we’re headed for a t-umble
Wh-oah oh o-oh
Whoa-oah whoa-oah
Wh-oah oh o-oh
We’re gonna turn the page
(Whee-haw)
She was looking for a circular event
We were aware of the sp-iral
And paranoia made us social as cement
We faded in colors and st-yles
A cup of tea for the Mrs. Little Man
Me I’ll have me a wh-iskey
You should have seen us when we very first met
The gun, the hat, the risky
Looking back I think she took me for a ride
I thought that I was jiving on the water walking side by side
But every drama dreamer never really drowns and dies
‘Cause drama dreamers tumble but we fade and then we fly high
