I was riding on a runaway train She was flying like a seagull Caught wind and shadow, and I called out for her name The rock, the bird, the steeple She was looking for a Saturday dance I was hoping not to mumble Just then she took me, and she kissed me in a stance Guess we're headed for a tumble Whoa... We're gonna turn the page She was looking for a circular event We were aware of the spiral And paranoia made us social as cement We faded in colors and styles A cup of tea for the Mrs. Little Man Me, I'll have me a whiskey You should have seen us when we very first met The gun, the hat, the risky Looking back I think she took me for a ride I thought that I was jiving on the water Walking side by side But every drama dreamer never really drowns and dies 'Cause drama dreamers tumble, but we fade And then we fly high I was riding on a runaway train She was flying like a seagull Caught wind and shadow, and I called out for her name The rock, the bird, the steeple The rock, the bird, the steeple The rock, the bird, the steeple Whoa...