Cotton Mather
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 court inside the body of a girl?
Does she want to take control?
When her 8-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 an 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 (Thanks to ale infissi for these lyrics)
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