The Real Thing

Begin the day with a friendly voice

A companion unobtrusive

Plays that 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 antennae, 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 boldly 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, yeah

Invisible airwaves, crackle with life

Bright antennae bristle with the energy

Emotional feedback on timeless wavelength

Bearing a gift beyond price, almost free

For the words of the profits

Were written on the studio walls

And concert halls

And echoes with the sound of salesmen

Of salesmen, of salesmen