"At the end of the line, there's someone diggin' their way through my good times"

Ben Sollee - The Wires

good times in brooklyn
at the brewery with my friends.
i like to try those seasonal blends.
the alcohol the laughter,
it's somethin' like a dream.
as the night wears on
the lights stay on,
i lose the comfort of my seat.
in the distance a subtle hum.

oh can you hear the wires?
they're comin through the wires

drivin' up the coast
in a rental car.
on the speaker the preacher's preachin' some hip-hop star,
livin' fast, livin' free
it reminds me of a dream.

but the road is long today,
longer than it used to be.
there's somethin' wrong.
on the speaker's a subtle hum.

oh can you hear the wires?
listen to the wires.
they're comin' through the wires.
listen to the wires.

at the end of the line
there's someone diggin' their way through my good times.
i can see the people callin,
i can see the mountains fallin' for my good times.
oh and i don't want it no more.
i don't want it no more.

hikin' up the creek,
hemlocks hangin' over me.
a swimmin' hole, a tired old rope swing.
the shell banks surround me like a dream.
but the ground it shakes, not so naturally,
my feet are feelin' heavy, this dust is coverin' me.
all this for somethin' as faint as a hum.

can you hear the wires?
they're comin' through the wires.
listen to the wires.
they're comin' through the wires.