Over high plains, through the snow, roll those tracks out, don't you know
I'm raising steam.
Thin vein creeping; hot blood flow
spill a little where the new towns grow.
I've got my whole life hanging in a sack,
heading out into that wide world wide.
You got your locomotive sitting on your track
and I don't care which way I ride.
I may not be coming back.
same
same
Let me be your engineer