Riot

Something has run away
It’s my train
The one I ride in
So my whiskey is mixed with tears
Maybe my train has sped off with the fork and spoon
But it’s gone missing and it’s WANTED

I need to get back on
It’s where I write sad songs
About heartache and wagons that lost their wheels
It’s where I make sense of the uproar
I may not always remember my manners
But I do remember my ticket
Because that train goes the only direction that I go
Full Speed Ahead