this one goes on to you,
all the reasons i know.
this one goes on to you, 
i never had a clue.
so this is what i do, 
this is the people i know, 
you know i miss your touch, 
when we ran out of love.

i gotta thorn in my side,
i never get it out.
i got things to hide, 
i rather live without.

and after the boxcar's gone,
and into setting sun, 
we split up in two, 
just like my favourite tune.
i dont envy you you feel the same way..
and after the boxcar's gone,
and into setting sun, 
we split up in two, 
just like my favourite tune.
i dont envy you, you feel the same way too.