Soul Coughing - True Dreams of Witchita lyrics

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