If I'm just laying a track that wraps around Different ones 'til it comes back, creating sound I'll send it up six hundred miles over the ground So everyone gets the waves I made for you Stuck together in a digital glue Envelopes fade out the useless But you don't have a clue Anyone meaning to try on their own Should have a steady supply of semitones And if they should find it ain't easy, I've worked to the bone People want to hear the harmonies in clear stereo sound But first I gotta drink, my mind won't let me think now The melody rises and falls to the ground