For I am an engine and I`m holding on
The world is all bending and breaking from me
For sweetness alone who flew out through the window
And landed back home in a garden of green
You`re riding alone in the back of a steamer
And steaming yourself in the warm shower spray
And water rolls on off the round captain`s belly
Who`s talking to tigers from his cafeteria tray
And sweet babies cry for the cool taste of milking
That milky delight that invited us all
And if there`s a taste in this life more inviting
Then wake up your windows and watch as those sweet babies crawl away