There are voices by my pillow, they remind me when to rise   And they tell me if my morning's under gray or sunny skies   And then they dedicate a record, 'Our love will never die'   By a group that's been disbanded though it's seldom mentioned why   But they say that there's a chip in every part of the state of the heart      Answering an ancient invitation   When's the proper time for us to go?   Turning from our separate destinations   Now we say goodbye, and now we say hello      But there are signs out on the highway, writing on the walls   Hungry eyes at the doorways with the drifting dreamer falls   And we can watch it on our TV's, there's a dish out on the lawn   And we wonder where the valley of reality has gone   When they say they've got a tape on every part of the state of the heart      And I dream about this city, the streets are paved with gold   And the spirit lives forever and the body can't go on   And they say the [street] is narrow, [incomprehensible] and true   And I know it's made for lovers 'cause I've seen what love can do   And I know that when we die we never part from the state of the heart