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 [ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/i/irving/faster_than_steam.html ]
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