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