The whistle blows, the brakemen call:
All aboard! Come one and all!
Ducking out of the rainstorm,
I boarded the train.
Paralyzed on the platform,
You stuck to the rain.

And so it goes,
The slow at heart.
The first to book the train
Worlds apart.
Then when the whistle blows
And train departs:
The last to show’s
The slow at heart.

With both your eyes along the arrow,
You take your aim and draw back slow
When up from the mire
Comes a serpent that hisses:
If one never fires,
Then one never misses.

And so it goes,
The slow at heart.
The first to set their aim
Past its mark.
Then when the time arrives
To shoot the dart:
The last to throw’s
The slow at heart.

[Horn.]

And so it goes,
The slow at heart.
The first to rack their brains
In the dark.
Then when the light provides
What truth imparts:
The last to know’s
The slow at heart.