I want to tell you about Texas Radio and the Big Beat Comes out of the Virginia swamps Cool and slow with a back beat Narrow and hard to master Some call it heavenly in it's brilliance Others, mean and ruthful of the Western dream I love the friends I have gathered together on this thin raft We've constructed pyramids in honor of our escaping This is the land where the Pharaoh died
Children The river contains specimens The voices of singing women Call us on the far shore
And they are saying "Forget the Night Live with us in Forests of azure" Meager food for souls forgot
I tell you this; No eternal reward will Forgive us now for Wasting the dawn
One morning you awoke And the strange sun And opening your door...