4: Transatlantic

Leaving the old world
heading for the promised land
With great expectations

Lost all my luggage
All I had left was what I wore
And barely survived a mutiny

Arrived in New York
At the castle clinton fort
Queued up in a never ending line

Though I said Smiljan
They wrote 'swedish' in the form
granted permission to move on

Transatlantic travelling

Please let me tell you
'bout this thing I'm working on
A wireless transmitter

Earth as conductor
almost perfect spheric shape
Allowing resonance around the world

A guy in Cornwall
Send a signal 'cross the sea
using my own patents to beat me

Let him continue
He is such a nice guy
But I wish he had ideas of his own

Transatlantic wireless