We set out in tennis shoes,
Ski jackets, and driving gloves
We crossed lonely fields of snow,
In early evening the sky heather glowed
In a frozen, dilunar marsh,
We stumbled on wbbr
A substation radio tower
Broadcasting big band stars
We climbed past call letter badge
Past the red pulsing lights, aerial lights
To the transmitter I barely attached,
As it thundercracked like a breaking mast.
I looked out over the town
How I wish I had a whale to hunt down
I looked out over the sea,
How I wish someone was waiting to bury me
Turn on your tractor beam
Set your site for heavenly seams
I've started to believe
On concrete we scattered our seeds