Besedila: Savage Garden. I Don't Care.

I ride this train in the windswept afternoon
And the sunlight warms the faces of the faithless who are waiting
I ride this train but I need a conversation
Mozambique or was it Veronique?
How about you pick the subject and I'll listen to you

People tell me that I feel too much
But I don't care, I don't care
People tell me that I need too much
But I don't care, no I don't care

I ride this train in a dream-like state of mind
Through a field of frozen memories, imagination racing
I ride this train but I need to make connections
No I wasn't staring, I was only trying
To get some substance, to get some meaning

People tell me that I feel too much
But I don't care, no I don't care
People tell me that I need too much
Well I don't care, no I don't care

People tell me that I feel too much
Oh no, 'cause I don't care, no, I just don't care anymore
As I ride this train

People tell me that I feel too much
But I don't care, no I don't care
People tell me that I need too much
But I don't care, no I don't care

People tell me that I feel too much
Oh no, 'cause I don't care, no I just don't care anymore
As I ride this train

As I ride this train
As I ride this train
Keep on riding this train
As I ride this train
As I ride this train
People tell me that I need too much