*I feel so tired
My body grows dire
And my brain leaks out,
The thoughts I doubt
My mind feels alone on this one way track,
My engineer doesn’t operate, and can’t reverse back.
It might be because he’s high.
He won’t come down,
No rope could ever reach where his mind has gone now.
And I just wonder how
He thinks he can drive,
80 miles an hour, with no intent to oblige
By the rules of the road
He drives all alone,
Away from the place he used to call home
Passing life around him,
Without a care to stop
The brakes were ripped out,
When his dreams got dropped
To shovel more coal into his fire,
Burning more fuel, with his green lighter
Inhaling each puff to escape the pain,
Because problems can't catch a runaway train*
Nov 21, 2014
Nov 21, 2014 at 12:49 AM UTC
*I feel so tired
My body grows dire
And my brain leaks out,
The thoughts I doubt
My mind feels alone on this one way track,
My engineer doesn’t operate, and can’t reverse back.
It might be because he’s high.
He won’t come down,
No rope could ever reach where his mind has gone now.
And I just wonder how
He thinks he can drive,
80 miles an hour, with no intent to oblige
By the rules of the road
He drives all alone,
Away from the place he used to call home
Passing life around him,
Without a care to stop
The brakes were ripped out,
When his dreams got dropped
To shovel more coal into his fire,
Burning more fuel, with his green lighter
Inhaling each puff to escape the pain,
Because problems can't catch a runaway train*
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