The driver she wears mascara the last remnant of her humaness she's always been a little blessed she's met her death many times.
You can hear her coming on the winds freight train sounds through the Jeffrey Pines this train isn't Bound for Glory this train's bound for eternity a one way ticket with no return.
Though I've always rooted for reincarnation.
This train stops for gamblers midnight ramblers **** addled ****** addicts caught between nodding out and cleaning the refrigerator with a tooth brush. Even saints on board will stay.
The oblivion express your going to hop on board when your ticket is punched, the ticket taker laughs and smiles his last glimpse of humaness.
She's the driver he's the turnstile they were once an item before they were delivered to their new careers never to see each other again except through the glass of her engine.
The fire is stoked the express becomes a local stopping for each and every daily passenger you can hear that whistle blow.
You don't know where you're headed you just know you gotta go. Her mascara drips down her face you and she the ticket taker too there is no escape the oblivion express just around the corner and on its way.
Oblivion Express was the back up band for a guitarist, Robin Trower.