For I am an engine and I'm holding on.
The world is all bending and breaking from me.
But sweetness alone who flew out threw 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 the sweet babies
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