Antenna towers, and distant hopes   I’ve measured happiness with telescopes   Well, I’ve been face to face with what my future brings   The reels they turn recording blips and pings   Through the white noise and distortion   There’s a message I can feel   Just give me one sign that you’re real      An orange glow, some blinking lights   Don’t know how most folks spend their Friday nights   Well I’ve seen evidence no one would dare dispute   Witness accounts make up my life’s pursuit   And in those photos there’s a sadness   And a message I can feel   Just give me one sign that you’re real      Please give me one sign that you’re real