Where you stand with the keys
Come forward on the plain
I got a little bit pushed
Got to stand on the corner and bellow for mush
True dreams of Wichita
I got, uh, too much things on bounce, uh, my head
I got to go uptown, uptown
Through your
True dreams
True dreams of Wichita
And your cool hat of silence
I've seen your hand turn saintly on the radio dial
I'm half sick on the drinks you mixed, through your
On the arms of the Waynesburg bridge
I got a baby bomb bomb
Brooklyn like a sea in the asphalt stalks
Sends the impulse through the air
Engine sputters ghosts out of gasoline fumes
Plunge down
I got a bomb
I got to run my side
I've seen the Kansas
Where you grip her love like a driver's license
Of your sweet little myth
True dreams
They say, "You had it, but you sold it"
I got to burn 'em up now
I got, uh, fed
I got to burn 'em up
Punch it
And you can stand
True dreams of Wichita
Push out dead air from a parking garage
Her good teeth smile was winding down
True dreams of Wichita
I got a thing, I got to thing it
You can take her with you
I've seen the rains of the real world
Outside Topeka in the phone lines
True dreams
True dreams of Wichita
Got to stand on the corner and bellow for my friend tom
Man sends the ray of the electric light
I've seen the airwaves pull your eyes towards Heaven
And you can fire out on a bus
I got a thing
You've never seen it, no
I got to thing, team
You didn't want it, no
Down to home
True dreams
I've seen you fire up the gas in the engine valves
To the outside world down to Louisiana
Cryin' hey man, "Well this is Babylon"
I'm half drunk on babble you transmit
