Adrian Belew - Swingline Lyrics
Swingline throughout the backyards of the midwestLean back, baby, in your seat on the trainLook through the window paneLook at that kid over there with no underwearAnd a silly dog who doesnt careHis mother stretches to reach the clothes lineWhile a mean neighbor leans on the population signNon-stop through the backyards of the midwestEavesdrop, baby, from your seat on the trainLook through the window paneSome kinda buick left in a streamIt used to be somebodys dreamA town stares at the summer heat wavesPast a smooth afternoon,Ready to close for the day