Out of the Charts
Kurt Bloch
Tripped upon a wire laid
By nameless men who have no name
Cruising in the passing lane
Passengers will please refrain
Outside, the smell of lightening rain
Tunnels make the mountains plain
So many they don't have a name
Diesel in the water main
Water in the power main
Well one thing always stays the same
Mosquito coast, lake and train
Return again to where it came