text: There are voices by my pillow, they remind me when to rise
  And they tell me if my mornings under grey or sunny skies
  And then they dedicate a record, Our Love Will Never Die
  By a group thats been disbanded
  Though its seldom mentioned why
  But they say that theres a chip in every part
  Of the state of the heart
  Answering an ancient invitation
  Whens 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 TVs, theres a dish out on the lawn
  And we wonder where the valley of reality has gone
  When they say theyve got a tape on every part
  Of the state of the heart