I left right on time,
I took the train
In my heart's direction.
Didn't see the train
Which was going at high speed.
You abandoned me.
A second class girl
Took my place.
Each time my train derails,
I don't measure up.
Every time my heart derails,
And my head, little bird*, I can't make heads or tails of my life,
Every time my train derails,
Engulfed by the fault**,
Every time my heart derails,
And the head, little bird, I can't make heads or tails of my life.
And what do we do?
We will take the next one
On another platform.
Our bodies, these large travelers,
Roll, yes but,
Yes but, the mood swings
Are never ending.
And every time our trains derail,
We don't measure up.
Every time our hearts derail,
Our heads, little bird, we can't make heads or tales of life.
Every time our trains derail,
Engulfed by the fault,
Every time our hearts derail.
Every time men derail,
And go to battle,
Every time men derail,
And go to battle,
And why?
Yes, why?
And it knocks, and it bleeds,
And it feels the end of the reign
Oh, but, why do men derail
And go to battle.
Tell me why men derail.
It's a fact, little bird, we can't make heads or tales of life,
It's why the world derails,
And dies in battle.
But why does the world derail?
And it knocks, and it bleeds,
And it feels the end of the reign.
It's a fact, little bird, we can't make heads or tails of life.