Brasilia Crossed With Trenton

I walk through the day Through the open fields I walk to my truck To my truck and drive away To the road Through the broken roads, trusty road I was headed for the road The road that runs that way And I, I see the train The trains don't run to Brasilia I walked through the fields Through the fields to Brasilia 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 stories high Except my house, oh my my, I see See crossed lattice work made out of brick 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 make games, I make games that I play most once a day I pretend Brasilia turned to Trenton Brasilia crossed with Trenton Department store The only place that I buy clothes anymore 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 They don't take these things down at the bank They just take money Imagine yourself in the middle of nowhere Imagination runs away for a while I play games about once a day or so I don't know, that's where I'd rather go Brasilia crossed with Trenton I wish that I could tell my story To all the people that listened to my story long ago I knew that this would happen sooner or later That I'd 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 Imagine yourself in the middle of nowhere Your imagination runs away for a while You learn to play games about once every day or so I walked to Brasilia crossed with Trenton Brasilia crossed with Trenton --- Brasilia Crossed With Trenton - Bob Mould