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.Listen to the grass that's out there blowin'
Look at that tractor just there sittin'
It's my name that the bottle's callin'
Listen to the goddamn song I'm singin'
Drink your wine, listen to the crickets
It's so fine out here in the thickets
Sittin' on a tree stump, that's the ticket, uh-huh
Look at that doggy sittin' on the stairs
Look at that star shinin' way up there
Think of all the things that they're doin' in jail
Think of all the rich ones out on bail
Drink your wine, listen to the crickets
It's so fine out here in the thickets
Sittin' on a tree stump, that's the ticket, uh-huh
Look at the TV, it's all crappy
Look at the bald spot on yer pappy
Listen to his wheatfield out there blowin'
Hope its doin' better than his hair at growin'
Drink your wine, listen to the crickets
It's so fine out here in the thickets
Sittin' on a tree stump, that's the ticket, uh-huh