Begin the day with a friendly voice,

A companion unobtrusive

Plays the song that's so elusive

And the magic music makes your morning mood.



Off on your way, hit the open road,

There is magic at your fingers

For the Spirit ever lingers,

Undemanding contact in your happy solitude.



Invisible airwaves crackle with life

Bright antenna bristle with the energy

Emotional feedback on timeless wavelength

Bearing a gift beyond price, almost free



All this machinery making modern music

Can still be open-hearted.

Not so coldly charted, it's really just a question

Of your honesty, yeah, your honesty.



One likes to believe in the freedom of music,

But glittering prizes and endless compromises

Shatter the illusion of integrity.



For the words of the profits were written on the studio wall,

Concert hall

And echoes with the sounds of salesmen