Locomotive Breath

" He hears the silence howling, catches angels as they fall.
And the all time winner hs got him by the balls.
He picks up Gideon's Bible, opens at page one.
I thank god he stole the handle, and the train it won't stop going - no way to slow down..."
(Locomotive Breath - Jethro Tull)

Down on his luck, and cheated upon; the man and the train rumble along.
Discontent with the future, he silently curses the past.
The train, it won't stop going - and it's going there fast.

One last ditch effort, to save face before his plight.
His dark and maddening screams rip on through the night.
He curses and he mumbles, confused and out of sense.
He falls and succumbs to his decadence...