I was riding on a runaway train
She was flying like a seagull
Caught wind and shadow, and I called out for her name
The rock, the bird, the steeple
She was looking for a Saturday dance
I was hoping not to mumble
Just then she took me, and she kissed me in a stance
Guess we're headed for a tumble
Whoa...
We're gonna turn the page
She was looking for a circular event
We were aware of the spiral
And paranoia made us social as cement
We faded in colors and styles
A cup of tea for the Mrs. Little Man
Me, I'll have me a whiskey
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
I was riding on a runaway train
She was flying like a seagull
Caught wind and shadow, and I called out for her name
The rock, the bird, the steeple
The rock, the bird, the steeple
The rock, the bird, the steeple
Whoa...