ANÁLISIS | SIGNIFICADO
'Signal got lost to the satellite, lost in the rideup to the plungedown; man sending electric light rays and impulses through the air down to their home. Standing on the arms of the Williamsburg Bridge, witnessing the hustle and bustle of Babylon. Venturing out on a bus to the world beyond, perhaps down to Louisiana, with a companion by your side.
The rains of the real world advancing on the plains, the myth of Kansas contrasting with its actual beauty, unseen by many. Half-sick from the cocktails mixed by someone special, lost in their intoxicating true dreams of Wichita. Brooklyn resembling a sea amid the urban jungle, exhaling life from a concrete parking garage. Holding keys and love as preciously as a driver's license, amidst the chaos of the city.
Engaging the engine valves, feeling the sanctity in adjusting the radio dial, the airwaves pulling one's gaze heavenward. Along the outskirts of Topeka, a phone line carrying the echo of a distant smile. Engine sputtering fumes, tales of having had something valuable but letting it slip away, intoxicated by the static of one's thoughts.
A sense of urgency creeping in, needing to burn through the clutter of the mind, a desire to escape uptown and release pent-up energy. Feeling restless, ready to shout on the street corner for some release. With a mix of chaos and purpose, urging oneself to keep moving forward, to embrace the dreams that tug at the heartstrings. True dreams of Wichita beckoning, calling for exploration and fulfillment.'