There are voices by my pillow, they remind me when to rise

And they tell me if my morning's under grey or sunny skies

And then they dedicate a record, "our love will never die",

By a group that's been disbanded,

Though it's seldom mentioned why

But they say that there's a chip in every part

Of the state of the heart



Answering an ancient invitation

When's the proper time for us to go?

Turning from our separate destinations

Now we say goodbye, and now we say hello



But there are signs out on the highway, writing on the walls

Hungry eyes and always with a drifting dreamer falls

And we can watch it on our tv's, there's a dish out on the lawn

And we wonder where the valley of reality has gone

When they say they've got a tape on every part

Of the state of the heart.


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