I am drowning in the memories
Drowning in the past
I am wasting my todays
Cos yesterday just couldn't last
Little feet were made to follow
Cos the heart knows where to go
I'm just waiting for the whistle
And the tendering
The tendering to let you go
And I hope a train will come real soon
From almost anywhere
Nothing special, nothing different
Nothing decadent or rare
Just a plain old little engine
Made of sweat and steel and wood
And a footplate I can jump on
To my own little engine
My own little engine that could
I know I can, I know I can
I've got this by myself
A little shove, a lot of love
God knows you taught me well
For every note a finger
And you watched my fingers grow
Now I can span the distance
Between what I fear
And what I know ....
I am here
I am flying
Just know
We are here
We are flying