Clear sky over Calcutta A warm wind Dvorak on the short wave Clear signal coming in La la la La la la la la la la La la la La la la la la la la Long vowels spill like liquid from your mouth I hang on every word you say An army of transistor radios on the bookshelf Left on all day Let them play Yeah, let them all play on and on and on Let them all play longer and louder
And long after you're gone La la la La la la la la la la La la la La la la la la la la Clear sky sheltering our fragile little house Listening to the radio all the time Your hand on my forehead as though to check for a fever Yeah, big plans in mind La la la la La la la la la la la La la la La la la la la la la