A          E               F#m        D 
  People expect you to fall, hit that same old wall    
A                  E                F#m   D 
  Really they don't want to help at all  
A                       E                F#m              D 
  They talk behind your back today, they shake their heads and say  
A               E                       F#m                D 
  Well I always knew that the boy would come to no good anyway  


A               E         F#m               D 
You better pack up and go, to Detroit or Buffalo  
A             E                     F#m             D 
Anybody wanna know where, You don't know, You don't know, no  
A          E                   F#m       D 
God knows everybody's gotta go sometime  
A                  E                       F#m    D 
So I'm taking this train to the end of the line  
A             E                   A      E 
Missing every mile that friend of mine  


A          E                    F#m                   D 
 I haven't been too well myself, a lot of time on the shelf  
A                    E               F#m        D 
  Saying that I don't need help when I do. Yes I do  
A                        E               F#m                      D 
  But you know I'm gonna be just fine, a lot of friends, a little wine  
A             E                   F#m        D 
  But still I wish I could see you again sometime  


     A               E         F#m               D 
But I, I better pack up and go, to Detroit or Buffalo  
A             E                   F#m           D 
Anybody wanna know where, I don't know, I don't know, no  
A          E                   F#m       D 
God knows everybody's gotta go sometime  
A                  E                       F#m    D 
So I'm taking this train to the end of the line  
A             E                   A      E 
Missing every mile that friend of mine  


(Interlude: | F#m | % | D | % | ) 


A               E                F#m                       D 
   It's hard to open up the door, like you've done so many times before  
A                   E                    F#m          D 
  And sometimes you think you just can't do it anymore  
A                      E            F#m                   D 
  So take a chance and take a train, out into the pouring rain  
A               E                F#m                       D 
  When all you've got is your suitcase full of pain. And I say...  

A               E         F#m               D 
You better pack up and go, to Detroit or Buffalo  
A             E                     F#m             D 
Anybody wanna know where, You don't know, You don't know, no  
A          E                   F#m       D 
God knows everybody's gotta go sometime  
A                  E                       F#m    D 
So I'm taking this train to the end of the line  
A             E                   A      E 
Missing every mile that friend of mine