Lyrics

A young boy standing on Pound Lane bridge October 1976 Overlooking Sonning Cutting (gazing eastwards) He hears the clank of the signal cables Sees the movement of the point rodding As he stares towards London expectantly (mainline running) The signal drops just as a gentle hum A distant drone fades into his perception, oh... High speed, Valenta scream A powerhouse of fathomless strength High speed, Valenta scream A passing streak of grey, blue and yellow In a roaring ash it has been and gone Its westward journey powering on Paddington to Bristol in ninеty minutes (racing westwards) Making it look so very еasy Eating up the distance like a cheese sandwich One hundred and twenty- ve miles an hour (diesel traction) Old Oak Common's nest on parade (this is the age) Representing Britain in the age of the train (Intercity) (Roll up, we'll take you for a ride as fast as we are able We're slicing through the countryside on Brunel's billiard table) The changing face of England, a landmark of design Outpacing all before Screaming into the future, for forty years It's all we could dream, believe