Runaway Train

I’m not sure if anyone has noticed, or even cares, that I haven’t done much in the way of political ranting for a while. For the tiny few who might actually be curious about this lack, the answer is that I’ve become pretty apathetic about the whole “change the world” thing. For the time being at least, I’ve decided to just sit back and observe – the bewildered near-panic of the passengers (we the people), and the mindless bickering of the engineers (our so-called leaders) – from my seat on this “runaway train” called human civilization.

And I can’t think of a better song for us to listen to on our journey than this one:

In the shuffling madness of the locomotive breath
Runs the all-time loser headlong to his death
He feels the piston scraping steam breaking on his brow
Old Charlie stole the handle and the train it won’t stop going
No way to slow down

He sees his children jumping off at the stations one by one
His woman and his best friend in bed and having fun
He’s crawling down the corridor on his hands and knees
Old Charlie stole the handle and the train it won’t stop going
No way to slow down

He hears the silence howling – catches angels as they fall
And the all-time winner has got him by the balls
He picks up Gideon’s Bible open at page one
God He stole the handle and the train it won’t stop going
No way to slow down

No way to slow down

I want ice water.