Drums on the Wheel

[Intro] Calling Gamma Ray This is Major Cigar Do you read me, Gamma Ray? Gamma Ray, damn it, come in! Gamma Ray, please respond! Welp, his brains are fried Pack it up, mission's over [Verse 1] Do you read me? Do you read me? Do I need to reach through the TV? Do I need to reach through the ouija? Houston, I may have gone too Houdini I'm too uneasy, I'm out of phase and I'm orange Tang and I'm powdered eggs And my radio has been down for days, I just stand around and sound out the phrase It go, "Do you read me?" Shook up shoe to beanie, y'all look for the moon graffiti Deep end of some hellhole, come detect this tempo I been feeding back in these headphones, beating back a profound fear Farewell to my bread crumbs, is anybody even out there? I'm like out there, in that true 3D, that new ether, that "Do you read me?" You don't read me, I'm barely a thing, staring off, I'm too scared to blink I might shrink some and I shrink more, shrink past this pink dwarf No sign of my pole star, although up here, it don't mean north Deep space in no G-force, I more tumble out to some death bell Some bleep bleep, robot voice, some red lights, some send help Street meat for some E.T. to come deep fry in old frites grease And re-home, reach out, reap what he sow Jesus, do you read me? We don't (We don't) [Pre-Chorus] Do you read me, Gamma Ray? [Chorus] And I play drums on the wheel Whether feeling out of touch or outgunned in the field Drums on the wheel [Verse 2] Bomb sites and blackouts and fog lights in gas clouds Jockey through vacuums, none of our flaps down It's shocking, shot off as one small part of some squadron That ain't once chosen to abort shit, now we've honed in on our problem Nonstop until he stop and see what kinda quadrant he got lost in Do you read me? That option when y'alls options are exhausted I been dropped off in this mosh pit instead of locked in to one orbit Knock knock, call back or this cockpit is my coffin Boss levels I'm doomed to repeat, new dance I call it "Do you read me?" It evolve as a beyond the yonder mantra, once none pinging my transponder Once what macabre y'all planned to conjure, been handed back to y'all unresponsive Ten hut and I'm in sync, phone home, it just ring and ring Asteroids that leave marks and black holes that eat stars Green cheese and GPS bedecked with detours Fuel gauge around E Street and my beacons are all blinked out I might slink up in that junk heap you can't read and or pin down (Pin down) [Pre-Chorus] Gamma Ray, come in! [Chorus] And I play drums on the wheel Whether feeling out of touch or outgunned in the field Drums on the wheel And I play drums on the wheel Whether feeling out of touch or outgunned in the field Drums on the wheel