Runaway train, never coming back. Wrong way on a one-way track. Seems like we should be getting somewhere, yet somehow we’re neither here nor there.
Are we doing 90s ballads? I'm down.
It's been a long December and there's reason to believe/
Maybe this year will be better than the last/
I can't remember all the times I tried to tell myself/
To hold on to these moments as they pass
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you.
Runaway train, never coming back. Wrong way on a one-way track. Seems like we should be getting somewhere, yet somehow we’re neither here nor there.
Are we doing 90s ballads? I'm down.
It's been a long December and there's reason to believe/ Maybe this year will be better than the last/ I can't remember all the times I tried to tell myself/ To hold on to these moments as they pass
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you.