Folding paper into triangles
To see how many I can fit
Someone taps me on the shoulder
Runs away and then says 'now you're it'
Crying in the corridor
I guess I'm not the coolest kid
But when I grow up I'll build myself
A dream and I will live in it
Cause I'm a little engine that could
Still a breakdown if I'm misunderstood
Roaming on this one-way track
When I get up this hill
I ain't coming back
They tease me when I'm failing
And they tease me when I'm doing well
So I tear on my books and high up the head
And hope that no one tells
I'm counting down the minutes
Until I can hear the home-time bell
And I'm counting down the years
Till I tell everyone to go to hell
Cause I'm a little engine that could
Still a breakdown if I'm misunderstood
Roaming on this one-way track
When I get up this hill
I'm not coming back
It's in my mind
I know in time that I'll be fine
It's in my mind
I know in time that I'll be fine
It's in my mind