Jethro Tull Follow

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 it 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 stole the handle and
the train it 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 Gideon's Bible -
open at page one -
God He stole the handle and
the train it won't stop going -
no way to slow down.