Interpret:

Rosanne Cash

Album:

King's Record Shop

I'm worried
About you,
I'm worried about me,
The curves around
Midnight aren't easy to see,
Flashing red warnings unseen in the rain
This thing has turned
Into a runaway train
(Long-distance)
Long-distance phone calls, a voice on the line
Electrical miles that soften the time
The dynamite, too, is hooked on the wire
And so are the rails of American Flyers
Blind boys and gamblers, they invented the blues
Will pay up in blood when this marker comes due
To try to get off now, it's about as insane
As those who wave lanterns at runaway trains
Steel rails and hard lives are always in twos
I have been here before this and now it's with you
I'm worried about you, I'm worried about me
We're lighting the fuses and counting to three
And what are the choices for those who remain
The sign of the cross on a runaway train
This thing has turned into a runaway train
This thing has turned into a runaway train
Our love has turned into a runaway train