Idle words by an old photograph

Brass deco doors made by millionaires

Waiting for the train around sunset

Find a frenzy like no one cares

Waiting for a plan to fall

Satellite voice gets lost

And bounces away to the moon

Be there soon on the L train to Williamsburg

Waiting for a plan to fall

Satellite voice gets lost

And bounces away to the moon

Be there soon on the L train to Williamsburg

Passing by an old guitar factory

Hulking shells of dreams deferred, realized

A dose of transient familiar

A little working class on the side

Everyone speaks their own movie

Making dialog in designer finds

Faith to the forgotten places

Where the real world

Contra ideas survive

Waiting for a plan to fall

Satellite voice gets lost and

Bounces away to the moon

Be there soon on the L train to Williamsburg

Waiting for a plan to fall

Satellite voice gets lost

And bounces away to the moon

Be there soon on the L train to Williamsburg