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