Faster Than Steam - Irving

Let me make a bet back in 1833

You were a racehorse faster than steam

You know that I am not as old and I barely ever listen

But I’ll regret it when I grow up

You leave your feet

Where you plant your garden

Under the smokestack lights

Where you’re not stronger than the radio

That keeps me up all night

My superstition is alarming

I missed you but maybe you’ll write

Your toy box says it all with a car that barely whispers

Over astroturf on your front porch

I’m not a fan of your meatloaf

Or the train outside that shivers

Through the window when I stay overnight