We ride the engines. Some of us are the passengers and I drive the train. I can see the workers as we pass as they dig and as they swing the pickaxe as the hour hand rounds home plate one more time. And it's not really a vacation when the doors are locked and the windows are barred and the only way out is the whole Alcatraz bit the whole digging it through the floor right? Round-trip baby and we're shoveling that coal and we're firing that furnace and I've got that throttle so far past high gear the fucking stick broke right off.

            And sometimes when we blast through the tunnels it gets dark and when it rains it fucking pours but when it's dry it's a fucking epidemic. And the passengers are starting to suspect something starting to wonder why all the scenery looks the same starting to realize there aren't any stops on the route anymore.

And it's not really a vacation

When all the doors are locked.

And it's not really an engine

When the whole thing is bleeding.

            We ride the engines. Some of us are the passengers and no one drives the train. I can see the end. I can see the end. I can see the end. I can see the end. I can see the end.

I can see the end as we pass it.