Pilgrims

Black cat crossed our path on little fog feet There's crows flying 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 through the words on the gla*s 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, Pilgrims 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 The late night city's lights are growing sharper And I hear another song, I see it pouring from the look in your eyes We listen, We shake, to the radio Pilgrims, we listen, we shake, to the radio, the radio