This old train hums along as it rolls down the track
Its wheels churn and turn
its belly burns the coal fed to the furnace by its engineer
On a runaway train barreling down a one way track I have but one chance to make it home before it goes black.
It picks up speed and momentum approaching the covered bridge.
So if I hope to ever see the light of day again, I’d better jump.
Now I’m in a spot cause I missed the last stop and there’s no telling when or if I’ll ever make it back