The Speeding Train - The Van Pelt

See the trains go by

see the engines that gave me chills

should make fun of your poor classmates

you gave up these thrills

these are the beautiful, the rose’s petal

the steamship’s muscle, the sleight of hand hustle

they’re the deepest felt, that do not get questioned

they’re the purest tack (?), that give us direction

like the softest skin, the thickest grin

the perfect pitch, the puppy’s chin

the speeding train, the arched ceiling

the curving hip, the soothing shade

do not be afraid

to let it take you, without jealousy

it’s guiltless pleasure, it’s freedom to its possessor

attraction to treasure we cannot hold

for the sake of one lover, tonight seduction’s mold

I answer to beauty

not weakness but reason

not spite but seasons

not wrong but feelings

to the softest skin, the thickest grin

the perfect pitch, the puppy’s chin

to the speeding train, to the arched ceiling

to the curving hip, to the soothing shade

to the softest skin, to the thickest grin

to the perfect pitch, to the puppy’s chin

to the speeding train (etc)