Take me out on the highway, I want to ride
And watch the river go
And see the diamond line from down below
Take it up with your confessor if you're obsessed
I am tired now
I walked the fire road out where the gum trees grow
With a little plastic radio and a visionary hero
And an awful lot of zeros and a little ignorance
While the midnight prophets wrote their poems
With spray paint Magic Markers
I looked to see a spark up on that diamond line
Looking down from the outskirts, the city was gone
It drove off with a blonde
Or it paddled down the coast in a little purple raft
With a little plastic radio and a visionary hero
With an awful lot of zeros and a little ignorance
And the midnight prophets wrote their poems
With spray paint Magic Markers
And I lived to see a spark up on that diamond line
They said, "Try me, I'll never try, I'm gonna make it
Look so easy, try me, I'll never try"
They say, "Try me, don't go away
Hold on while I rhyme, I need a little time"
Little plastic radios and a visionary hero
And an awful lot of zeros and a little ignorance
While the midnight prophets write their poems
With spray paint Magic Markers
I live to see a spark up on that diamond line
Yeah, the midnight prophets write their poems
With spray paint Magic Markers
And I live to see a spark up on that diamond line