Black cat crossed our path on little fog feet   There's crows flying beside my window   We left superstition on the roadside a few cities ago   They spent our souls, maybe, but they didn't take our smiles         We listen, we shake, the radio         There's a sweet corn princess smiling through the words on the glass   Remember we stopped for tamales last time?   But now the lights from the town are fading with radio   There's another song playing, and we can hear it in the wind outside         We listen, Pilgrims   We shake, to the radio   We listen, to the radio         Little black kitty crossed our path wearing little fog feet   And the crows they're just drifters through my window   The late night city's lights are growing sharper   And I hear another song, I see it pouring from the look in your eyes         We listen,   We shake, to the radio   Pilgrims, we listen, we shake, to the radio, the radio