Lyrics
Tell it straight when you come, tell it straight when you come
To the satellite town, the satellite town
May have been just a dream, or something in the bloodstream
But we touched it once with our sound machines
May have been just a dream
And your billboards down on Main, veneration in your name
We don't fly, but we crash in flames
Through your billboard down on Main
Take 'em in one by one
Go on tell them our wandering son
And we'll sail out on the sound
From the satellite town
We live in rows of empty space, even the crows don't remember my face
Buried deep in the paperchace, out here in empty space
Please set us free with just a taste
Out here in empty space
They say we're all still in the race, and the citys just a place
Trail runs cold, the years are ablaze
But we're all still in the race
So I'll sit out on the sideline, and stare out to the skyline
From the breathless flames of burning time
Way out here on the line
Way out here on the line
RICHARD TOMAS MURRAY
Songtrust Ave