[Jethro Tull]



In the shuffling madness

Of the locomotive breath

Runs the all time loser

Headlong to his death

And 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, oh



He sees his children jumping off

At stations one by one

His woman and his best friend

In bed and having fun

And oh, he's crawling down the corridor

On his hands and knees

Old Charlie stole the handle

And the train, it won't stop going

No way to slow down, oh

No way to slow down



He hears the silence howling

When he catches angels as they fall

And the all time winner

Has got him by the balls

Oh, and he picks up Gideon's Bible

And it's open at page one

I think God, he stole the handle

And the train, it won't stop going



No way to slow down

No way to slow down

No way to slow down

No way to slow down