The song's a thing and this one's thin
 From traveling light, the stars at night
 Have seen old time to new erosion
 Old time gone with old religions

 Prickled interest seizing pride
 The night the music upped and died, died

 Been listening all the night long
 Been listening all the day
 Will I listen for the one you know?
 Will I listen, will I pray?

 It's [bad word] all the night long
 It's [bad word] in the day
 It's blowing through my stone ears
 Whistling its way

 Left the song behind old chums
 The faintest trace of what's [bad word] 
 What's behind and what is near
 Banished by a suckling ear

 Coffee luster, lend me mine
 Nothing came with beer and wine, wine

 Been listening all the night long
 Been listening all the day
 Will I listen for the one you know?
 Will I listen, will I pray?

 It's [bad word] all the night long
 It's [bad word] in the day
 It's blowing through my stone ears
 Whistling its way

 The music's gone, the music's dead
 The music went and in its stead
 single song, a [bad word] strong
 symphony, sans right or wrong

 The band's rehearsing, the radio's off
 The silence is everything, hold that cough

 Been listening all the night long
 Been listening all the day
 Will I listen to the one you know?
 Will I listen, will I pray?

 It's [bad word] all the night long
 It's [bad word] in the day
 It's blowing through my stone ears
 Whistling its way