Emily, a crowd has gathered here
And once again they fail to see
You can't just set the world at someone else's feet
And not get trampled underneath
And I think somehow Joe knew it
He paid the price he thought he had to pay
But Emily, that debt was meant for me
That debt was meant for me
This is not the world my father knew
This is not the world, I know
He would have wanted me to build
But I can't undo it now
It's like a train, and all its cars are filled with steel
That I would stop if I knew how
It is bearing down on me
So I will stand here with my shoulders square and tall
And when the whistle blows, not falter
But when the crash comes I will fall
With so much steam and steel behind it
I won't slow it down at all
Oh God...
Oh God...
Here comes the arm