In the shuffling madess

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 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 the handle and

the train 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 Gideons Bible --

open at page one --

old Charlie stole the handle and

the train won't stop going --

no way to slow down.