Soul Coughing Follow

Signal got lost to the satellite
Got lost in the ride up to the plunge down
Man sends the ray of the electric light
Sends the impulse through the air, down to home

And you can stand on the arms of the Williamsburg Bridge
Crying, hey man, well, this is Babylon
And you can fire out on a bus, the outside world down to Louisiana
You can say, corral with you

I've seen the rains of the real world slink forward on the plain
I've seen the Kansas of your sweet little myth, you've never seen it, no
I'm half sick on the drinks you mixed through your
True dreams of Wichita, true dreams of Wichita

A Brooklyn like a sea in the asphalt stalks
Push out dead air from a parking garage
Where you stand with the keys and your cool hat of silence
Where you grip her love like a driver's license

I've seen you fire up the gas in the engine valves
I've seen your hand turn saintly on the radio dial
I've seen the airwaves pull your eyes towards heaven
Outside Topeka in the phone lines, her good seed smile was winding down

The engine sputter goes, out of gasoline fumes
They say you had it, but you sold it
You didn't want it, no, I'm half drunk on babble you transmit
Through your true dreams of Wichita, true dreams of Wichita

Push it, I got, uhh, fed
I got, uhh, too much things on bounce, on my head
I got to burn 'em up, I got to burn 'em up now
I got to go uptown, uptown

I got a thing, I got a little bit pushed
Got to stand on the corner and bellow for mush
I got a bomb, I got a baby, bomb, bomb
Got to stand on the corner and bellow for my friend Tom

I got a think, I got to think it
I got to thing, team, I got to run my side
True dreams, true dreams, true dreams of Wichita

If I read the news, today ol' boy about the lucky man who made the grave
And though the news was rather sad, well, lines are sad so laugh
Well, lines are sad so laugh, well, lines are sad so laugh