A Real Indication - Thought Gang, Angelo Badalamenti, David Lynch

So I’m goin' down this street

And I’m tryin' not to smile

'Cause the street is where I’m goin'

And the curb is at the side

By the sewer

Where the rain goes down

Like this girl I once knew

'Cause the sewer is so hollow

And the yell

Could last forever

Like the night my girl went away

Gone off in a world filled with stuff

Lights start changin'

And there’s wires in the air

And the asphalt man,

Is all around me

And I look down

And my shoes are so far away from me, man

I can’t believe it

I got a real indication

Of a laugh comin' on

That old wind

Is howling like a cold steel train

Girl has left me

Not comin' back again

Got rusted bullet holes in the Dodge

And a heartburn like a solar flare

The grass by the house is dry, man

And a horsefly

Buzzes

By the big mistake In the distance, man,

I see myself start to smile

I got a real indication of a laugh comin' on