For I am an engine and I'm holding on   The world is all bending and breaking from me   For sweetness alone who flew out through the window    And landed back home in a garden of green      You're riding alone in the back of a steamer   And steaming yourself in the warm shower spray   And water rolls on off the round captain's belly   Who's talking to tigers from his cafeteria tray      And sweet babies cry for the cool taste of milking   That milky delight that invited us all   And if there's a taste in this life more inviting   Then wake up your windows and watch as those sweet babies crawl away