LAST RIDE OF OLD 2-T MATTSON


I'm retired Conductor 2-T Mattson,
Don't confuse me with 1-T Matson,

I must be dying, this hospital bed
Is moving and whispering under my head,

The clickety-click, and clickety-clack
That comes from the wheels as they cover the track

Is calling to me, from out of the past,
It says, "Here is now, and we're not going back!"

Not ever? No, never! Not ever? No, never!
No, not-not-not ever go back...

I want to go back to engines of black,
The chuffing and snorting is calling me back,

We're not going back! You'll never get back!
There's only the future, there's no going back,

Not ever? No, never! Not ever? No, never!
No, not-not-not ever go back...

I still hear the moaning, LONG-LONG-SHORT, a-LONG,
I still see the drivers so heavy and strong,

That bobbing and throbbing,
And thrashing and flashing,

The sobbing I feel, that heartbeat of steel
Will never die out of my memory so real,

This isn't a dream
It's the power of steam,

There's no need to rest now,
We're over the crest now, (faster)

It's over and easy,
And all bright and breezy,

The ultimate thrill,
Just over the hill,

The effortless speeding,
The end of all needing,

The roundhouse in view,
The aim of a few,

So dim at the start now

An ache in the heart now

For those whom we'll leave now

For those who will grieve now

They can't see the goal now

That home of the soul now

It's over, the test now (slower)

It's only to rest now,

It's over... it's over... so, shhhh… (stop)

                                                         by D. Edgar Murray