Things all look pretty good now, pretty good for horribly bleaknOf course I kid, you'll be fine now nYou'll be over this in under a weeknnAnd sometimes I feel like standin' up to all these vulturing dogsnI got my jogging suit and any minute I might come out to take you onnnI'm just waiting for you to prove me wrongnnYou can call but,nYou can call but I'm not comin'nnI keep finding (Riding on a rail)nI keep finding (Riding on a rail)nI keep finding ways to make my world come down (Riding on a rail, that's my day now)nI keep finding (Riding on a rail)nI keep finding (Riding on a rail)nI keep finding the way (Riding on a rail, that's my day)nnWell, you might be a sly dog as you enter the tentnSeeping through these gaping holes and seeking out this young and curious scentnIt's absolutely revolting, every word that you saynYou're so encapsulated you never considered that there might be some other waynnI'm just waiting for you to prove me wrongnnYou can call but,nYou can call but I'm not comin'nnI keep finding (Riding on a rail)nI keep finding (Riding on a rail)nI keep finding ways to make my world come down (Riding on a rail, that's my day now)nI keep finding (Riding on a rail)nI keep finding (Riding on a rail)nI keep finding the way (Riding on a rail, that's my day)nnI'm not comin'nnI'm not comin' back 'round here no morenNo, I'm not comin' back 'round here no morennI'm not comin' back 'round here no morenNo, I'm not comin' back 'round here no morenn