The Spirit Of Radio - Rush

Begin the day with a friendly voice,A companion unobtrusivePlays that song that's so elusiveAnd the magic music makes your morning mood.Off on your way, hit the open road,There is magic at your fingersFor the Spirit ever lingers,Undemanding contact in your happy solitude.Invisible airwaves crackle with lifeBright antenna bristle with the energyEmotional feedback on timeless wavelengthBearing a gift beyond price, almost freeAll this machinery making modern musicCan still be open-hearted.Not so coldly charted, it's really just a questionOf your honesty, yeah, your honesty.One likes to believe in the freedom of music,But glittering prizes and endless compromisesShatter the illusion of integrity.For the words of the prophets were written on the studio wall,Concert hallAnd echoes with the sounds of salesmen. Of salesmen. Of salesmen.