Lyrics: Connells (The). Still Life. Curly's Train.

24 in a car
rollin' on a mountain train
when Curly asked where you were
where you were, where you are
strollin' outside of my brain

And everyone was reelin'
yes indeed we were, why don't we say it?

Screaming like a locomotive
heaving and blowing
turn it up and make a lonesome cry
working up a head
explodin', heaving & blowing
doing just whatever you please
did you really want to lose it?