Pigeon Without Feet

Rusted steel screams from railroad tracks at night
In tact pennies flatten, scampering field mice
Bass rumbles through the city, I hear the great horns booming
Some lady pauses knitting 'til noise quits intervening
I could lie here wide awake until I crash
On the bright side all this uproar's a distraction

I'm waiting patiently for a turn in my direction
It cannot just be me that's affected by electric pulses

From static white noise that keeps scratchin' at the back of my neck
From static white noise that keeps scratchin' at the back of my neck

Fend off oval shapes for as long as I can
All this time I've dragged a sling blade through the sand
Among the underbrush are sharp plants I've never really seen
Not one fruit watched is rotten but all seem fake to some degree
You'd believe me if you followed in my tracks
Since I'm US 13 likely prints won't match

If I could pump the breaks than don't you trust I would
This paint'll keep on flicking down the cracks in hard-wood panels

From static white noise that keeps scratchin' at the back of my neck
From static white noise that keeps scratchin' at the back of my neck

If you think I'm clumsy now, you have no clue how bad it
Gets when you're not around
The sound is amplified until it engulfs the town
Disrupting actions echoing locomotions we came across this mornin'
We came across this mornin'
We came across this mornin'
We came across this mornin'

From static white noise that keeps scratchin' at the back of my neck
From static white noise that keeps scratchin' at the back of my neck