Rolling down the tracks, a thunderous sound, Smoke and steam rise, we’re glory bound. Iron horses charging through the night, They’re the heart of the road, a pure delight. Oh, steam and steel, take me away, Riding the rails where the legends play. QuestionMark?, Where the echoes of history never fade away. Whistles calling out, feel the rumble deep, Bringing back the stories that we all keep. From the valleys to the mountains high, These mighty engines make our spirits fly.