A distant roar
And rumbling underneath the boards
Steaming past this freezing fort
Moving on through the mild frontier
To the engineer’s sing-song reverie.
I’ll be back by Halloween for sure!
Follow me I’m a freak
Casey Jones for a week
Off my gourd!
C’mon get on the train!
The speed will set you free today!
You can handle anything.
Magazines and candy wrappers on the floor:
Mars Bars, a tossed Timeout New York.
Hey, I’m one for reading trash but ain’t got time to check which band
Is in the club this week.
‘Cause there’s that crazed conductor screaming, “All aboard!
This train is leaving.
Better bust past those machines
And blow that surplus on the surcharge at the seat.
‘Cause I can’t be late.
So I’m fumbling through my change
As I’m racing to the gate.
Almost flew into a rage
When I heard that crackling