Locomotive Breath

Ian Anderson

In the shuffling madness, of locomotive breath
Runs the all-time loser, headlong to his death
Oh, he feels the pistons scraping, steam breaking on his brow
Old Charlie stole the handle, and the train won't stop going
No way to slow down

He sees his children jumping off stations one by one
His woman and his best friend in bed and having fun
Oh, he's crawling down the corridor, on his hands and knees
Old Charlie stole the handle, and the train won't stop going
No way to slow down

He hears the silence howling, catches angels as they fall
And the all time winner has got him by the balls
Oh, he picks up Gideon's bible, open at page one
I think god, he stole the handle, and the train won't stop going
No way to slow down, no way to slow down, no way to slow down

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Minds are like parachutes. They only work when they are open.

~Thomas Dewar~