He's coming down the tracks, grinding all the gears
The cold steel rails he runs, inflexible, no fears
Engine whines and steam combines, so screams, and disappears
Down the highway of conviction, the past, now in arrears
More coal, more oil, into the furnace, as boiler glows, it seems
All of what he has, he is, is poured into his dreams
Dec 12, 2016
Dec 12, 2016 at 8:32 AM UTC
He's coming down the tracks, grinding all the gears
The cold steel rails he runs, inflexible, no fears
Engine whines and steam combines, so screams, and disappears
Down the highway of conviction, the past, now in arrears
More coal, more oil, into the furnace, as boiler glows, it seems
All of what he has, he is, is poured into his dreams
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