Texty: Transit Message (The). Hey, New Kid!. Transmitting On 42 Mhz! (Acoustic).

It?s our condition; a poor disposition
We set the broadcast and looped the transmission
And I have yet to receive a single reply
The number of pieces it always increases
We?ll ear this wide open; the pressure releases
Cling to ideas while the world is passing you by

Where are you now?

And every time I look into your eyes
Your very presence takes me by surprise
I rise above the names and labels
Sever ties and cut the cables
Am I getting through tonight?

A life idealistic, a life so simplistic
Our bodies in motion; our hearts optimistic
That someone somewhere will follow through
I know you can't stand it, but if God demands it
I'll put words to music; a message in transit
And I'll be coming home to you

Where are you now?

And every time I look into your eyes
Your very presence takes me by surprise
I rise above the names and labels
Sever ties and cut the cables
Am I getting through tonight?


(Thanks to James for these lyrics)