The Three Johns - Missing

Well I couldn't help smiling
As wide as a cityscape
Teeth like skyscrapers in a lake

All these things that I'm missing
Oh you've got them in spades
All these things that I'm lacking
Oh you more than make up for them

We've seen the stars burning
Fizzle, popping and dying
Horse power is a small thing
I wouldn't bet on it surviving

Suddenly the sea is blond
And the sky pecks its cheek
Where the sun sticks out
And all the craziest inventions start to speak

Can you hear them?
See them sucking and spinning
There's a message coming in

Start walking along the line
To the centre of town
Where the mayor in his nightgown
Is looking down