Me train running low on soul coal
  They push+pull tactics are driving me loco
  They shouldn't do that no no no
  They shouldn't do that
    Me train running low on dream steam
  They pull me whistle too hard me bound to scream
  And they shouldn't do that no no no
  They shouldn't do that
    Think I'm going south for the winter
  Think I'm going mad in this hinterland
  Between young and old
  I'm a thirty year old puppy doing what I'm told
  And I'm told there's no more coal
  For the older engines
  Me train running low on soul coal
    Think I'm going south for the winter
  Think I'm going west and my sprinter's speed
  Is reduced to a crawl
  My rails went straight, but straight into the wall
  It's the wall on which they dash the older engines
    And all my servants are leaving
  Imagination gone packing
  Can't find the wound from where I'm bleeding
  He's just a nut and he's cracking
    Hammer goes down
  Brakes all scream
  Me and a couple of empty carriages
  Slide down hill still
  Next stop bad dreamsville
    Think I'm going south for the winter
  Me train running low on soul coal.