No eternal reward will forgive us now
Back in those days, everything was simpler
One summer night, going to the pier
I ran into two young girls
The blonde one was called Freedom
We talked and they told me this story
I'll tell you about Texas radio and the big beat
Soft, driven, slow and mad
Reaching your head with the cold
Sudden fury of a divine messenger
Let me tell you about heartache and the loss of God
Wandering, wandering in hopless night
Out here in the perimeter there are no stars