True Dreams Of Wichita - Mike Doughty
Signal got lost to the satellite
Got lost in the
Rideup to the
Plungedown
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
Come 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
