This life’s an engine of steel. It roars o’er valleys, brooks, and plains. It spews steam and smoke, turning still air To wind in my hair So many places to go. So many things to see. So much life to live. My life is to be long, And full of pain, and life's Small victories in between. I wish to pile its smalls triumphs To say at its end, “This is all I have accomplished! Be proud of me! Because I know I have worked hard enough To be proud of myself.” But I’ve put my work away for the week Because I’ve seen the germ of love in your eyes And so I have stopped my train here, at your station Because I do not work well while my heart longs For completion So join me. Be the wind in my sails. And I will be in the wind in yours. Sail with me across the prairies. Come witness this rolling parade of life Here with me. For I cannot wait here forever This life calls on me, on and on and on, And it would be cruel for me To break the heart of another To await a passenger That may never come. I have missed my own trains. Love I thought would still Be ripe for me as I wandered about, Perusing my supposed better options Only for them to choose another and For me, returning, to see the train I awaited Has left my station So I beg, catch this train while it awaits thee I've come, of late, to stop so little for anyone Because all their visits were but with disappointment Your fear has never served you before. Let go its hand. For love is worth but naught Without the bravery to affect it.
