Runaway Train

Call you up in the middle of the night

ˈkʰɑɫ ˈju ˈʌp ˈɪn ðə ˈmɪɾɫ̩ əv ðə ˈnaɪt

Like a firefly without a light

ˈlaɪk ə ˈfaɪɚˌflaɪ  wɪˈðaʊt ə ˈlaɪt

You were there like a blowtorch burning

ˈju ˈwɝ ˈðɛr ˈlaɪk ə ˈbloʊˌtɔrtʃ ˈbɝnɪŋ

I was a key that could use a little turning

ˈaɪ ˈwəz ə ˈkʰi ˈðæt kəd ˈjuz ə ˈlɪɾɫ̩ ˈtʰɝnɪŋ

So tired that I couldn’t even sleep

ˈsoʊ ˈtʰaɪɚd ˈðæɾ ˈaɪ ˈkʰʊdn̩t ˈivən ˈslip

So many secrets I couldn’t keep

ˈsoʊ ˈmɛnɪ ˈsikrəts ˈaɪ ˈkʰʊdn̩t ˈkʰip

Promised myself I wouldn’t weep

ˈprɑməst maɪˈsɛɫf ˈaɪ ˈwʊdn̩t ˈwip

One more promise I couldn’t keep

ˈwʌn ˈmɔr ˈprɑməs ˈaɪ ˈkʰʊdn̩t ˈkʰip

It seems no one can help me now

ˈɪt ˈsimz ˈnoʊ ˈwʌn kən ˈhɛɫp ˈmi ˈnaʊ

I’m in too deep

ˈaɪm ˈɪn ˈtʰu ˈdip

There’s no way out

ˈðɛrz ˈnoʊ ˈweɪ ˈaʊt

This time I have really led myself astray

ˈðɪs ˈtʰaɪm ˈaɪ ˈhæv ˈriəlɪ ˈlɛd  maɪˈsɛɫf  əˈstreɪ

Runaway train never going back

ˈrʌnəˌweɪ  ˈtreɪn ˈnɛvɚ ˈɡoʊɪŋ ˈbæk

Wrong way on a one-way track

ˈrɑŋ ˈweɪ ˈɑn ə ˈwʌn -ˈweɪ ˈtræk

Seems like I should be getting somewhere

ˈsimz ˈlaɪk ˈaɪ  ʃəd ˈbi ˈɡɛɾɪŋ ˈsʌmˌwɛr

Somehow I’m neither here nor there

ˈsʌmˌhaʊ  ˈaɪm ˈniðɚ ˈhɪr ˈnɔr ˈðɛr

Can you help me remember how to smile?

kən ˈju ˈhɛɫp ˈmi rɪˈmɛmbɚ ˈhaʊ ɾə ˈsmaɪəɫ ‖

Make it somehow all seem worthwhile

ˈmeɪk ˈɪt ˈsʌmˌhaʊ ˈɑɫ ˈsim ˈwɝθˌwaɪəɫ

How on earth did I get so jaded?

ˈhaʊ ˈɑn ˈɝθ ˈdɪd ˈaɪ ˈɡɛt ˈsoʊ ˈdʒeɪɾəd ‖

Life’s mystery seems so faded

ˈlaɪfs ˈmɪstɚrɪ ˈsimz ˈsoʊ ˈfeɪɾəd

I can go where no one else can go

ˈaɪ kən ˈɡoʊ ˈwɛr ˈnoʊ ˈwʌn ˈɛɫs  kən ˈɡoʊ

I know what no one else knows

ˈaɪ ˈnoʊ ˈwɑt ˈnoʊ ˈwʌn ˈɛɫs ˈnoʊz

Here I am, just drowning in the rain

ˈhɪr ˈaɪ ˈæm | ˈdʒʌst ˈdraʊnɪŋ ˈɪn  ðə ˈreɪn

With a ticket for a runaway train

ˈwɪθ ə ˈtʰɪkət ˈfɔr ə ˈrʌnəˌweɪ  ˈtreɪn

And everything seems cut and dry

ən ˈɛvriˌθɪŋ ˈsimz ˈkʰʌɾ ən ˈdraɪ

Day and night

ˈdeɪ  ən ˈnaɪt

Earth and sky

ˈɝθ  ən ˈskaɪ

Somehow I just don’t believe it

ˈsʌmˌhaʊ ˈaɪ ˈdʒʌst ˈdoʊnt  bəˈliv ˈɪt

Runaway train never going back

ˈrʌnəˌweɪ ˈtreɪn ˈnɛvɚ ˈɡoʊɪŋ ˈbæk

Wrong way on a one-way track

ˈrɑŋ ˈweɪ ˈɑn  ə ˈwʌn-ˈweɪ ˈtræk

Seems like I should be getting somewhere

ˈsimz ˈlaɪk ˈaɪ  ʃəd ˈbi ˈɡɛɾɪŋ ˈsʌmˌwɛr

Somehow I’m neither here nor there

ˈsʌmˌhaʊ ˈaɪm ˈniðɚ ˈhɪr ˈnɔr ˈðɛr

Bought a ticket for a runaway train

ˈbɑɾ  ə ˈtʰɪkət ˈfɔr ə ˈrʌnəˌweɪ  ˈtreɪn

Like a madman laughing at the rain

ˈlaɪk  ə ˈmædˌmæn ˈlæfɪŋ  ət  ðə ˈreɪn

A little out of touch, a little insane

ə ˈlɪɾɫ̩ ˈaʊɾ  əv ˈtʰʌtʃ | ə ˈlɪɾɫ̩ ɪnˈseɪn

It’s just easier than dealing with the pain

ˈɪts ˈdʒʌst ˈiziɚ  ðən ˈdilɪŋ ˈwɪθ ðə ˈpʰeɪn

Runaway train never going back

ˈrʌnəˌweɪ ˈtreɪn ˈnɛvɚ ˈɡoʊɪŋ ˈbæk

Wrong way on a one-way track

ˈrɑŋ ˈweɪ ˈɑn ə ˈwʌn-ˈweɪ ˈtræk

Seems like I should be getting somewhere

ˈsimz ˈlaɪk ˈaɪ  ʃəd ˈbi ˈɡɛɾɪŋ ˈsʌmˌwɛr

Somehow I’m neither here nor there

ˈsʌmˌhaʊ ˈaɪm ˈniðɚ ˈhɪr ˈnɔr ˈðɛr

Runaway train never coming back

ˈrʌnəˌweɪ ˈtreɪn ˈnɛvɚ ˈkʰʌmɪŋ ˈbæk

Runaway train tearing up the track

ˈrʌnəˌweɪ ˈtreɪn ˈtʰɛrɪŋ ˈʌp ðə ˈtræk

Runaway train burning in my veins

ˈrʌnəˌweɪ ˈtreɪn ˈbɝnɪŋ ˈɪn ˈmaɪ ˈveɪnz

Runaway but it always seems the same

ˈrʌnəˌweɪ ˈbʌɾ ˈɪt ˈɑɫˌweɪz ˈsimz ðə ˈseɪm

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