There are voices by my pillow, they remind me when to rise And they tell me if my morning's under grey or sunny skies And then they dedicate a record, "our love will never die", By a group that's been disbanded, Though it's seldom mentioned why But they say that there's a chip in every part Of the state of the heart Answering an ancient invitation When's the proper time for us to go? Turning from our separate destinations Now we say goodbye, and now we say hello But there are signs out on the highway, writing on the walls Hungry eyes and always with a drifting dreamer falls And we can watch it on our tv's, there's a dish out on the lawn And we wonder where the valley of reality has gone When they say they've got a tape on every part Of the state of the heart.