Turn on the brights in the quiet tonight
Does anybody want anything
Look for the next attraction sign
Does anybody want anything
Radio talk, signal gets lost
I want to believe
Handful of dots, a renaissance
I want to believe
Eyes in the sky looking down like mine
On palms of lines and lemon lime
Spinning wheels, turning time
Self-driving cars and wind turbines
Radio talk, signal gets lost
I want to believe
Handful of dots, a renaissance
I want to believe
Turn on the brights in the quiet tonight
Does anybody want anything
Look for the next attraction sign
Does anybody want anything
Eyes in the rear view like a memory
Can anyone see me
No cell service at the retreat
Can only play CDs
I don't sleep under the beam
I want to believe
Soon it'll be conspiracy
I want to believe