Waiting for a beamnTo break through herenA chain way visionnAll bright and clearnnAnd they talknAnd they dancennI was expecting something purenWith a golden hairnArms full of braceletsnAnd smoke in the airnnAnd they talknAnd they dancennHere comes darknessnJust afternoonnWaiting for a signnIf I survive I’ll worship the moonnOr somethingnAnythingnnThis must be itnLong for blissnFirst it was so quietnNow I know I’m not alone in heren(And they talked,nAnd they danced)nnTwo omens collide in my open handnMaking me a viewernI am what I have seennnAnd they talknAnd they dancennYour hand on my hipsnSpeak friendly to menI’ve been studying for yearsnPatientlynIs this as far as you can take me?nnThis must be itnLong for blissnFirst it was so quietnNow I know I’m not alone in heren(And they talked,nAnd they danced)