Flyin' The Flannel

I'm in the chamber
Of the tin can man
I kept the sprinkler
From draining my dam

I used induction
To reveal
New assumptions
From old steel

And photocell keeps rolling
Storing every motion
Producing me

I drive the tiller
Of the big steam wheel
I kicked the throttle
The brakes squeal
I flew the planet
And said "Feel"
Straight up, I flew the planet
Said, "Come on, feel"