Testo: Bob Mould. Brasilia Crossed With Trenton.

Now I walk through the day
Through the open fields
And I walk to my truck
To my truck and drive away

To the road
Through the broken road and trusted road
Well, I was headed for that road
The road that runs that way

And I, I see the train
The trains that run to Brasilia
I walked through the fields
Through the fields, the fields to Brasilia
Well, my ticket stub says I'm going
I'm going to Trenton

When my friends stop by
I try to impress them, no buildings over two storeys high
Except my house, oh, my, my, I see
See crossed lattice work made out of brick

And I see buildings
With laundry hanging out of the window
Never in my wildest dreams would I think I'd see
Brasilia crossed with Trenton

When you live in the middle of nowhere
Your imagination runs away and wild
You are ready to play games, [Incomprehensible]
Well, I pretend Brasilia turned to Trenton
Brasilia crossed with Trenton

Department store
The only place that I buy clothes anymore
Oh, I used to be a big shopper 'round the world
Big credit cards, they don't matter anymore

'Cause I can't pay any money that I owe
To these cards anymore
Oh, they don't take these things down at the bank
Oh, they just take money

Well, imagine yourself in the middle of nowhere
Your imagination runs away for a while
Well, I play games about once a day or so
Well, I know that's where I'd rather go
Brasilia crossed with Trenton

Well, I wish that I could tell my story
To all the people that listened to my stories long ago
Well, I know that this would happen sooner or later

Oh well, I get disillusioned with it all
Just throw my hands up to the sky and say
Oh Lord, what happened? What happened
To make things run this way?

Well, imagine yourself in the middle of nowhere
Your imagination runs away for a while
Well, I play games about once a day or so
Well, I watch
Brasilia crossed with Trenton

Brasilia crossed with Trenton
Brasilia crossed with Trenton
Brasilia crossed with Trenton