Runaway Train

I'm worried about you
I'm worried about me
The curves around midnight
Aren't easy to seeFlashing red warnings
Unseen in the rain
This thing has turned into
A runaway trainLong-distance phone calls
A voice on the line
Electrical miles
That soften the timeThe dynamite too
Is hooked on the wire
And so are the rails
Of American FlyersBlind boys and gamblers
They invented the blues
Will pay up in blood
When this marker comes dueTo try and get off now
It's about as insane
As those who wave lanterns
At runaway trainsSteel rails and hard lives
Are always in two's
I have been here before this
And now it's with youI'm worried about you
I'm worried about me
We're lighting the fuses
And counting to threeAnd what are the choices
For those who remain?
The sign of the cross
On a runaway trainThis thing has turned into
A runaway train
This thing has turned into
A runaway train
Our love has turned into
A runaway train