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 to the outside world
Down to Louisiana you can take her with you
I've seen the rains of the real world slam 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
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 teeth smile was winding down
Engine sputters ghosts 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
Punch it
I got uh, fed
I got uh, too much things on bounce uh 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 Franz
I got a thing, I got to thing it
I got to thing--team
I got to run my side
True dreams, true dreams, true dreams, of Wichita
True dreams, true dreams, true dreams, of Wichita
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 to the outside world
Down to Louisiana you can take her with you
I've seen the rains of the real world slam 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
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 teeth smile was winding down
Engine sputters ghosts 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
Punch it
I got uh, fed
I got uh, too much things on bounce uh 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 Franz
I got a thing, I got to thing it
I got to thing--team
I got to run my side
True dreams, true dreams, true dreams, of Wichita
True dreams, true dreams, true dreams, of Wichita