Runaway Train - Eliza Gilkyson

Everyone knew she was gonna be fast

Everyone said they could build her to last

10,000 tons of hurtlin steel

Screamin round the curves nobody at the wheel

Everyone said don’t pay it any mind

There’s a pot of gold waitin at the end of the line

Just move with the eye of the hurricane

You’ll never get off this runaway train

Nobody cared when they piled on board

And the doors snapped shut and the engines roared

They pushed to the front

Some fell to the back

Buyin and sellin every inch of the track

Deep in the engines fire in the hole

Dark skinned workers shovelin coal

All singin their sad refrain

We’ll never get off this runaway train

Up in the diner everybody decked out in their finery

Can’t see the wreck comin up ahead

With their bellies full of wine

It’s the last thing going through their minds

So proud of the engine proud of the speed

Call for the porter give them everything they need

Stare through the glass feel no pain

Don’t even know they’re on a runaway train

Long after midnight a pitiful few sound the alarm

Don’t know what else to do

Bangin on the doors of the cabin and crew

Hey we gotta slow down or we won’t make it through

Sleepy riders don’t want to wake

Or suffer the shock when they put on the brake

Don’t want to question, don’t want to complain

Rather keep ridin on this runaway train