coming alive coming alive ooh ooh

Murmurs on the muni- a father talking to his daughter or buddies sneaking a drink
Just above the background, the tune and the tone
Out there, the ballgame over. people going crazy take it to the streets
The strobe of cop cars on their heads, everyone down put your seatbelts on
Mister drunk off his ass at the back of the bus picks his head up, says to us:

How about those lovebirds? Yeah, you there, I like a love song

Well I don’t need to sing about every moment of clarity
No I don’t need to make room for all my apologies
But the ones I keep in have got to count - I’m sorry (like So. Central Rain)
And not every song has got to pop like a dragon in a book
And not every window has to have a view
But you'll admit they make it easier to be on the train or standing in line at the bank or walking at night or waiting for your lover to come back into the room
I’m writing this, I can hear her talking through the wall- I’m hanging on to every muffled word
How they freeze in the air for a moment, then flutter to the ground

They grow in your garden but not for me
all the pomegranate plants and takeaway trees
Grow in a row but not for me

How about those lovebirds? Yeah, you there, I like a love song

Now before I can make the sound come true
I need three square meals and solid ground
I need reality I need to make it for myself
I need to grow up, step up, get on out there
I dream of Texas, I dream of undeveloped spaces
I dream of people coming around, meeting in one place
I dream of noises filling the whole outside
I dream of coming alive