Engine Driver

When I grow up I want to be an engine driver I'll build up my own head of steam, 25 horsepower Old hands, new power More miles per hour Strange light in the ancient mills New sights, old eyes Giant leaps under small skies A sense of death in the hills But when I pull off, I don't want to follow timetables or tracks I will cut new paths through topsoil and tarmac Old hands, new power More miles per hour Strange light in the ancient mills New sights, old eyes Giant leaps under small skies A sense of death in the hills The only thing that I will leave behind Is a simple trail, two stark parallel lines That cut their way away across the land Which our children will preserve but won't understand