Morning fields above the city Its cattle-drive disgruntled moaning In city's evening gutter, fights Break out then up at last orders' cry
Early DJ perched at his station Will fill the waves with bright dull twitter The afternoon dignitaries gather Have their fill, talking up and down
Night, and the songs in place Drawn on the bow, plucked from the heart Right in the mix, fixed to the bass Strapped to the beat and locked in place