(The lyrics are slightly different than the studio version)



For I am an engine

And I'm rolling on

Through endless revisions to state what I mean

For sweetness alone who flew out through the window

And landed back home in a garden of green



You're riding alone in the back of a steamer

And steaming yourself in the warm shower spray

And water rolls on off the round captain's belly

Who's talking to tigers from his cafeteria tray



And sweet babies cry for the cool taste of milking

That milky delight that invited us all

And if there's a taste in this life more inviting

Then wake up your windows and watch as the sweet babies crawl

Away