on an outbound train surrounded by strangers i wonder just where they ll go as the world flies by right outside my window i see the birds in the sky with nowhere else to be as our train car derails and rolls into the ocean i ll be honest i wouldn t miss a thing about these cold hearted towns and the distance between everyone here and everything as the world flies by outside of my window i ll be honest i wouldn t miss a thing when compassion is dead we ll drown ourselves in a sea of paper that glitters like gold some say that hate that it speaks in whispers but i can hear their curdling screams and as our train car derails and rolls into the ocean i ll be honest about everything as the world flies by outside of my window i ll be honest i wouldn t miss a thing as the world flies by outside of my window i ll be honest about everything with the exception of a few familiar faces this place will never feel like home so we keep our distance and we learn to say goodbye this place will never feel like home to me1