Catskill Scruples (or the Locomotion of Destiny)

I hear a church bell ringing deep into the night
It rumbles all the windowed widows, crashing, crashing...
The sounds begin to ECHO (echo), breathing - -
gasping - -
SLASHING through the sky!

The bells have changed, they're pistons now
Scraping metal wheels and puffing steam into the air
The thunder of the railway line leaves
only those
who want to hear
the march of all
the industries and
as the train moves
down the track you
feel your teeth
begin to rattle
feel the power
of the engine
tumbling fortune
bold decision
and as the sound
begins to fade
the awe of it
begins to fade
the thunderclap
begins to fade
and the train
begins to fade

into the horizon.