Railroad tracks separate me from where I want to be.
And I run like fuck to cross,
wondering if I've ever been home before this.

I'm just running like fuck.  

We are all just running like fuck.

And it's neither here nor there;

it has little to do with where at all...

I think it's mostly who we're running near.

I would whisper the dirtiest word and scream the loveliest dream and it would all mean the same thing.