True Dreams Of Witchita Lyrics - Live Rarities - Soul Coughing

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