AIRWAVES
Thomas Dolby


Strange how the scale forms 
in tiny patterns 
on my antenna 
and the Five O'clock Show, hello hello... 
Brooklyn is crawling with famous people 
I turn my vehicle beneath the river, West from South 

Through the airwaves - 
people never read the airwaves 
do we only feed the airwaves 
or stamp them out of street level? 
Airwaves - the dampness of the wind 
the airwaves - the tension of the skin 
the airwaves I really should have seen through the airwaves 

Electric fences line our new freeway 
here in the half-light, the motorhomes leave 
knee-deep in water under a pylon 
how slow my heartbeat, how thin the air I'm breathing in 

Control has enabled the abandoned wires again 
but the copper cables all rust in the acid rain 
that flood the subway 
with elements of our corrosion 
cabled in to me... 
Be in my broadcast when this is over 
give me your shoulder, I need a place 
to wait for morning. 
No it was nothing - some car backfiring - 
pleased don't ask questions 

I itch all over 
let me sleep.