loco motion

but why try to chase a train

they come and they go on a track you cant contain

its all crazy vibrating

its all loco motion

i stand next to a living train

not another thing bleeds shiny fascination 

but what is her name?

can i hold it? can i catch it?

and the flying wind

whispers me

patience, kid

here comes the 10:15 to Georgia

youre the one

i lay in the locomotive river

not hardly partly of the sky can be seen

because gliding above me is a dangerous tummy

and the world could be silent and

the world could stop spinning and 

and the world could care less

she still roars by with an almost-kiss

i see the magesticy far beyond me

the grandest thing so small

sized down by miles - by inches - by minutes - by walls dressed in their

sunday morning clocks 

i need a time bomb

so down the hill

so across the plain

and still sounds vibrate up from the ground

and i catch the beating of the engine of the train

and a damp track is laid from misty eyes down my floody face

and into the thirsty desert deeper

as i gently reach out for her

i pinch my fingers and squint my eye

but i couldnt stretch any further if i tried

and my fingers come back empty with a sigh

and a sad chime of a departing bell

oh well

...

no well! not well! not okay!

get my dusty bottoms up from the station and run the way!

ive never ran for anything in my life but thats why this is so right!

there is no matter withstanding between my love train and my fight

all cowboys - WATCH ME RIDE!

no horse ever galloped this fast

no dirt ever kicked up this high

no outlaw ever looked so good in a bandanna

and no heart ever longed something so bad

except mine

if i dont catch this train 

my own engine might die

so i ride

no - this doesnt make sense

its loco motion

its chest weaves adventure of a barbarian ghost

from the most least

and this ride is far from the west

this is no western

this train rolls from the East