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So I'm goin' down this street
And I'm tryin' not to smile
'Cause the street is where I'm goin'
And the curb is at the side
By the sewer
Where the rain goes down
Like this girl I once knew
'Cause the sewer is so hollow
And the yell
Could last forever
Like the night my girl went away
Gone off in a world filled with stuff
Lights start changin'
And there's wires in the air
And the asphalt man
Is all around me
And I look down
And my shoes are so far away from me, man
I can't believe it
I got a real indication
Of a laugh comin' on
I got a real indication
Of a laugh comin' on
That old wind
Is howling like a cold steel train
Girl has left me
Not comin' back again
Got rusted bullet holes in the Dodge
And a heartburn like a solar flare
The grass by the house is dry, man
And a horsefly
Buzzes, buzzes, buzzes
By the big mistake In the distance, man
I see myself, I see myself start to smile
I got a real indication (He-ha, he-ha, he-ha-ha-ha)
Of a laugh comin' on
So I'm going down this street
And I'm trying not to smile
'Cause this street is where I'm going
And the curb is at the side by the sewer
Where the rain goes down
Like this girl I once knew
'Cause the sewer is so hollow
The yell
Could last forever
Like the night my girl went away
Gone off in a world filled with stuff
Lights start changin'
And there's wires in the air
And the asphalt man
Is all around me
And I look down
And my shoes are so far away from me, man
I can't believe it
I got a real indication
Of a laugh comin' on
I got a real indication
Of a laugh comin' on
A Real Indication was written by David Lynch & Angelo Badalamenti.
A Real Indication was produced by Angelo Badalamenti & David Lynch.