Testo di Random Pan

Good times are a'coming Well I saw it in a vision I heard it in evangelist's sighs Down beyond the station Yonder lies salvation In the afternoons and the skies A child has been born Who can converse with the corn Who has access to the sadness of the trees Decipher the cicadas When his legs will take him farther He'll be fed royal jelly from the bees Random Pan They say the spirit's manifesting And the eagles have been nesting And the river is catering to the fish Aside a waving sea of reeds Where the sacred swans will feed Providence provides you with a wish And you wish to understand And you look down at your hands And your fingers are all feathered and divine If you fade into the darkness Or the softness and the starkness As the manna drains into your mind