Rallying down the track
on iron wheels
This is not an exercise, it's more real
I'm up here in the rushing wind,
way down there
This town's just a traffic jam,
you can't
Walk the streets, I'll breathe the air,
I'm a runaway train driver
I'm a runaway train driver
I'm a runaway train driver
Heading off the rails
Thundering through the night
with a moon in my eyes
Down into the daybreak
and a new sunrise
All I found was loneliness
in the crush of the crowd
But I'm bound for freedom
now
And the power and speed
are never slowing down
I'm a runaway train driver
I'm a runaway train driver
I'm a runaway train driver
Heading off the rails
I am no ordinary man, no, no, no
Hangin' on to the dead man's hand,
oh, I'm never gonna let go
Never gonna let go
This is not the green train,
this is not the green train,
this is not the green train
Pulling this cargo up and over the top
It's a loaded son of a gun
with a hammer cocked
Slow -moving son of a bomb
Soon it's gonna roll
It's too late to evacuate
Won't be doing any good
Where could you go from a
Runaway train driver?
From a Runaway train driver
I'm a Runaway train driver
Heading off the rails
This is not the green train
This is not the green train!
This is not the green train!
This is not the green train!
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