Pilgrims - Widespread Panic

Black cat crossed our path on little fog feet

There’s crows flying beside my window

We left superstition on the roadside a few cities ago

They spent our souls, maybe, but they didn’t take our smiles

We listen, we shake, the radio

There’s a sweet corn princess smiling through the words on the glass

Remember we stopped for tamales last time?

But now the lights from the town are fading with radio

There’s another song playing, and we can hear it in the wind outside

We listen, Pilgrims

We shake, to the radio

We listen, to the radio

Little black kitty crossed our path wearing little fog feet

And the crows they’re just drifters through my window

The late night city’s lights are growing sharper

And I hear another song, I see it pouring from the look in your eyes

We listen

We shake, to the radio

Pilgrims, we listen, we shake, to the radio, the radio