Pilgrims

Black cat crossed our path

On little fog feet

There's crows riding 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

To 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, 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

Late night cities lights are growing sharper

And there's another song

I see pouring from the look

In your eyes

We listen, we shake to the radio

We listen, we shake, to the radio, radio