Over high plains, through the snow... 
roll those tracks out, don't you know 
I'm raising steam. 
Thin vein creeping; hot blood flow... 
 
spill a little where the new towns grow. 
I got my whole life hanging in a sack, 
heading out into that wide world wide. 
You got your [bad word] sitting on your track 
and I don't care which way I ride. 
I may not [bad word] back. 

Left a lady with a heart 
all in [bad word] apart 
raising steam. 
That engine up front must 
have a heart big enough for the both of us. 
Riding shotgun on the sunset, stare it in the eye, 
rocking on my heels out to the west. 
Funny how the whole world, historically, 
feels the urge to chase the sun to rest. 
We may not [bad word] back. 

Let me be your engineer... 
have you smiling ear to ear 
raising steam. 
And will you tell me how it feels 
when you're up and rolling on your driving wheels? 
I got my whole life hanging in a sack, 
heading out into that wide world wide. 
I'll be your [bad word] blowing off its stack 
and I don't care which way I ride. 
I may not [bad word] back. 
Raising steam.