Camp Hill Rail Operator

In care of his contraption

Mad camp hill rail operator woman

Is she speaking from the heart?

Maybe blasting from another world?

Or just the emissary of a higher court inside the body of a girl?

Does she want to take control?

When her eight-track breaks down

Will she take my bus home?

In care of his contraption

Mad camp hill rail operator woman

Is this some sort of reverie for the

One woman Jan and Dean

Heading for the crash?

Is she half who she ought to be

Or a overdue prodigy

Whose unsolicited view of your present's confused with her past?

At a table by the door

Of my moment but she can't sit still

And when I crash upon the floor she'll come across the stage

And finish out the bill

She throws one switch and all trains are in space

What she lays on those tracks

You can't ever erase

In care of his contraption

Mad camp hill rail operator woman, yeah