Train Wreck - Glen Phillips

She looked just like a train wreck

That could’ve been avoided

In a third-world country

By a long stretch of farmland

Where the waters had run high

And washed the topsoil down the river

So that next year there would be no crops

She was as desperate as a salesman

At a company that’s folding

But they haven’t told the staff yet

That they’re bankrupt and backordered

And they’re funneling the pensions

To the CEO’s back pocket

So in one week they’ll have nothing

I miss you, girl

I hope you’re fine

Good luck, love

Or goodbye

She’s the girl from central casting

Always played the sweet, young orphan

Or the hooker with the heart of gold

But she got her SAG card pulled

And turns tricks now on Cahuenga

She tells herself it’s research

For her next and greatest role

She calls you up

Just to hear you say she’s fine

Then she’s gone away

And you know there’s only one more time

You’ll hear about her again

Well, it’s life informing art

Informing life again

Like every stupid kid

That thinks that they’re the first in pain

The first to rip themselves apart

The first to try and live without a heart

I want to see your face

Even hear your lies

Good luck, girl

Or goodbye

Goodbye