Lyrics Camp Hill Rail Operator - 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 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