Locomotive Breath

by Jethro Tull





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

old Charlie stole the handle and

the train won't stop going

no way to slow down