Pilgrims

Widespread Panic

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