Presently, future is in the middle
Of a love triangle
With calamity and me in the corner
I'm starting to feel uncomfortable
Should I douse the spark or fan the flames
Or merely think of clever things to say?
Oh, the more I try to separate
The better it feels to get it right in the way
And I try so hard
To get out of the way
Of that runaway train
Oh, how I do love the rain, oh
Seems to be that being in the middle
Is starting to get me in trouble
Try to run away but they have a talent
For making trouble seem enjoyable
Oh, the more I try to separate
The better it feels to get it right in the way
Should I douse the spark or fan the flames
Or merely think of clever things to say?
And I try so hard
To get out of the way
Of that runaway train
Oh, how I do love the rain, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Runaway train
Runaway train
Runaway train, oh
And I try so hard
To get out of the way
Of that runaway train
Oh, how I do love the rain, oh
Runaway train
Runaway train
Runaway train