Five in the morning, the starlight fading,
The all-night DJ stops spinning and starts saying,
That it is morning, it’s finally morning,
It showed up right before my eyes without a warning.
Signs scroll a detour up ahead,
And the sky is circulating blue and red.
The dashboard tells me I’m running out of time,
But I just slow the car down; I don’t mind.
Everyone must belong somewhere,
I just hope I recognize it when I get there,
Where it ends–if it ends–God only knows,
But I’ll head for the horizon’s glow.
Deep in Death Valley, the radio,
Is speaking to me in a language I don’t know.
Some mixed-up signals, some Spanish song,
I’m interpreting the words all wrong.
Here on the shoreline, as close I can get,
To the spot where dry land gives away to wet,
I raise a chorus; Oh, I raise a hymn,
To the day the sun will rise again.