Presently The future is in the middle of a love triangle With calamity And me in the corner 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 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 Ooooooh Seems to me That being in the middle is starting to get me in trouble I tried 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 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 Ooooooh Whoa Runaway train... And I try so hard To get out of the way Of that runaway train Oh, how I do love the rain Ooooooh Runaway train...