Brasilia Crossed With Trenton Lyrics
I walk through the dayThrough the open fieldsI walk to my truckTo my truck and drive awayTo the roadThrough the broken roads, trusty roadI was headed for the roadThe road that runs that wayAnd I, I see the trainThe trains don't run to BrasiliaI walked through the fieldsThrough the fields to BrasiliaMy ticket stub says I'm goingI'm going to TrentonWhen my friends stop byI try to impress them, no buildings over two stories highExcept my house, oh my my, I seeSee crossed lattice work made out of brickI see buildingsWith laundry hanging out of the windowNever in my wildest dreams would I think I'd seeBrasilia crossed with TrentonWhen you live in the middle of nowhereYour imagination runs away and wildYou make games, I make games that I play most once a dayI pretend Brasilia turned to TrentonBrasilia crossed with TrentonDepartment storeThe only place that I buy clothes anymoreI used to be a big shopper 'round the worldBig credit cards, they don't matter anymore'Cause I can't pay any money that I oweTo these cards anymoreThey don't take these things down at the bankThey just take moneyImagine yourself in the middle of nowhereImagination runs away for a whileI play games about once a day or soI don't know, that's where I'd rather goBrasilia crossed with TrentonI wish that I could tell my storyTo all the people that listened to my story long agoI knew that this would happen sooner or laterThat I'd get disillusioned with it allJust throw my hands up to the sky and sayOh Lord, what happened, what happenedTo make things run this wayImagine yourself in the middle of nowhereYour imagination runs away for a whileYou learn to play games about once every day or soI walked to Brasilia crossed with TrentonBrasilia crossed with Trenton
Bob Mould Brasilia Crossed With Trenton
