In the shuffling madness
of the locomotive breath
runs the all-time loser
headlong to his death
He feels the piston 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
at the stations one by one
His woman and his best friend
in bed and having fun
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
He picks up Gideons Bible
open at page one
I thank God he stole the handle and
the train won't stop going
no way to slow down.
