I gather I was told I gotta mission to fly, I took a chance to pick a plane so I looked around, I ran into a mirror, saw a couple of curious eyes, I gotta hail old lordie, sign is so better than sight. We launched quite slow, the plane was heavy enough, At least they say it's well-equipped, it's something they really like, There was this old transceiver that nobody told me about, I played a lot with tuning, strange but they called it a heart. And it plays me songs that travelers cast, That I can tune in, From all around the globe, from different times, It's all-consuming, When you hear that tone, you wanna listen and pa**. In the middle I heard someone ask me: where do you fly? Well all this time I thought I knew it, now I can't see the path, I spent my years reading mission papers, there's no command, And then I saw an old paper said: son, listen to your radio hum.