Antenna towers, and distant hopesnI’ve measured happiness with telescopesnWell, I’ve been face to face with what my future bringsnThe reels they turn recording blips and pingsnThrough the white noise and distortionnThere’s a message I can feelnJust give me one sign that you’re realnnAn orange glow, some blinking lightsnDon’t know how most folks spend their Friday nightsnWell I’ve seen evidence no one would dare disputenWitness accounts make up my life’s pursuitnAnd in those photos there’s a sadnessnAnd a message I can feelnJust give me one sign that you’re realnnPlease give me one sign that you’re real