There are voices by my pillow, they remind me when to rise
And they tell me if my morning's under gray 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 heartAnswering 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 helloBut there are signs out on the highway, writing on the walls
Hungry eyes at the doorways with the 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 heartAnd I dream about this city, the streets are paved with gold
And the spirit lives forever and the body can't go on
And they say the [street] is narrow, [incomprehensible] and true
And I know it's made for lovers 'cause I've seen what love can do
And I know that when we die we never part from the state of the heart