In the shuffling madness of the locomotive press,
runs the all-time loser that longed to his death.
Oh, it feels the piston scraping,
steam breaking on his brow.
Oh, Charlie stole the handle,
and the train it watched topple,
and oh,
it would slow down.
Oh,
he
sees his children jumping off
at stations one by one.
His woman and his best friend,
in bed and having fun.
Oh, it's crawling down the corridor,
on his hands and knees.
Oh, Charlie stole the handle,
and the train it watched topple,
and oh,
it would slow down.
Oh, it would slow down.
He hears the silence howling,
catches angels as they fall.
And the all-time winner has got him by the balls.
Oh, it picks up Gideon's Bible,
open at page one.
I thank God he stole the handle,
and the train it watched topple,
and oh, it would slow down.
Oh, it would slow down.
No way to slow down.
No way to slow down.
No way to slow down.
No way to slow down.