THE RADIO IN MEMPHIS

there's a strange light over Memphis
where an old home still glows in the dark
on a street where the phone lines are singing
like the strings inside some old Aeolian harp

she was made
she was made for love
she was made for this
she was made for love
down in Memphis

we've all the past we can forecast
or feel in the future's drone
i could never settle down
a small ball of mercury rolling around

 when the street lights turn to diamonds
and the radio beams crystallize
into words that seem real odd to most men
but they govern the whole world up there in the
nighttime skies

she was made
she was made for love
she was made for this
she was made for love
down in Memphis