Coming through Static

He walked across, alone
 He saw that it was green
 Oh, and he dreamed
 Of all the dreamplaces all over the world
 There where his wife and children waited
 Home for the milk and bread
 Waiting seven years to declare
 That the thing was dead
 He walked down a street
 And he got to the freeway
 Along acess roads and the two lanes
 Down the boarding
 Ticket to nowhere written on his skin
 Skin shed on the way
 Down through the green hills
 Towards the sea
 Stole a truck outside a Charlotte
 Drove to the everglaze
 But the cops caught up with him
 And he had to shoot them down, down, down
 Now, they say you can see him sometimes at night
 Hung gators in his swamp
 Just because they're green
 Because they're green, no
 And he was coming through the static
 And they could almost hear the tune
 Like voices from the moon
 I got a heart like a radio
 It gets scrambled in the night
 My heart is no astronomer
 It loses its way in the dark
 He's got a madman on the tuner
 Picks some noises it doesn't understand
 Distant voices in the room
 Coming through the crack along the line
 Sometimes I hear a voice I know
 Sometimes speaking a foreign tongue
 Sometimes sounds like the rust or the leaves in the forest
 When the night comes down
 And it's coming through the static
 And I can almost hear the tune
 Like voices from the moon
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 There's a song of a love that can't be found
 Song of a love that's lost
 There's a song of a love that's given up
 For the sake of what it cost
 Then there's a song at the radio
 Sings, song of all that's green, oh
 The humming of the lyric, when it meets the air
 And makes the rain come down
 Baby, love is a dream of a better world
 To my feeling coming round
 You might feel like you're a radio station
 Buried in the ground
 And you're coming through the static
 And they could almost hear the tune
 Like voices from the moon