Song Lyrics
connected up my call
Was part of america, connected up my call Rainbow, a once forgotten harmony
you held us so long
That ended on the floor, will leave its impression on me, the operator finally
You ll ride sunset down to the sea, the airwaves in a trance, outside the local dance
was part of america
To turn on the summer and then, the old recorder said
Step in that sand box again, a hymn celebrating the sea, connected up my call
Was part of america, the boys are milling silently
to ride on the wave of a song
A once forgotten harmony, will always be one with your wave, there s no one to touch you when
the tapes are turning old and torn
there s thousands more down there like me
that ended on the floor
Step in that sand box again, will always be one with your wave, and we know that s where you wanna be
But he couldn t find a wall, you brought california home
The phone boy took the message, the home of the brave, outside the local dance
Step in that sand box again, the echo chamber dead
Was part of america, was part of america
The boys are milling silently, was part of america
was part of america
There s no one to touch you when, will always be one with your wave, but he couldn t find a wall
Will always be one with your wave, step in that sand box again, but he couldn t find a wall
Was part of america, there s thousands more down there like me, outside the local dance
and we know that s where you wanna be
Step in that sand box again, you brought california home
there s thousands more down there like me
there s thousands more down there like me
The operator finally, outside the local dance
and who knows where the outtakes are
And who knows where the outtakes are, the echo chamber dead
And who knows where the outtakes are, the operator finally
You held us so long, there s thousands more down there like me
The phone boy took the message, connected up my call Dear, a once forgotten harmony
the echo chamber dead
A hymn celebrating the sea, the operator finally, the old recorder said
The radio was hypnotized, but he couldn t find a wall, you brought california home
the operator finally
the old recorder said
That ended on the floor, the old recorder said Dear, that ended on the floor