He thought he was a captain.

Saw the Bay stretch wide

Behind him,

Saw the water narrow

Up ahead.

A hundred million tons of steel

Jam-packed into

Quiet boxes.

You see, he thought he was a captain -

His ghost crew long gone

From the deck.

He thought he was a captain

Gone from the wheel,

Cargo drifting

Into certain conclusions.

You see, Rick -

He thought he was a captain

But he plays the steel

Guitar

With a stomping

Barefoot beat.

He belts his Ozzie

Osbourne

With a fire

Buried deep.

He spits

His engine’s

Burning steam

And blasts

Its bellowed horn.

He stands ablaze

Fronta the train

Cause he’s the

Damn

Conductor.