There's no such thing as trains anymore  virginia, that's the cold hard truth  stop all your crying now, we don't have much use for  those things long gone  those dinosaurs went quietly unto their great reward    the day that we left, i don't know what i expected,   it was just the middle of another summer day  and everyone we knew wasn't gathered on the corner  waving as we drove away  and it seemed strange...    strange, the effort standing still can take  and it's strange what i expected of the world in the first place.  our bodies and history get braided together,  and it's strange how it gets better  it gets better...    there's no such thing as trains anymore  virginia, that's the cold hard truth  stop all your crying now, we don't have much use for  those things we'll never see  they went coughing smoke into some yellow page of history    put two fingers to your wrist and then concentrate  count the seconds pass away  feel it pound at the gates and try to escape  but your skin keeps it safe and contained  and it gets better...  it gets better...