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