i heard grandpa on my transistor radionthough he turned in his bones twenty year agonand he said, kid, there's something that i'd like to show you,nget your things, it's time for us to gonnso i grab my backpack, and my flashlight, and a bag of caramel cornni got my bicycle, and the radio, and i headed on the rodeni said, i'm ready, for what i'm about to see, yeppnnheaded north 'till the rain had turned to snownthrough rusty towns and dusty gravel roadnand i said, grandpa, where is this thing you wanted to show me?nhe said, kid, you got a long way to gonnso i went through canyons, caves, and catacombs, i sailed on bicycle boatsni slept in chapels, and brothels, i met the nicest folksni said, i'm ready, for what i'm about to see, yeppnni heard grandpa on my transistor radionhe said, kid, it's time for me to go,nand i know that there was something that i wanted to show you,nbut it's time for you to find it on your ownnnlet me tell you about rage, when the signal died that daynthere's nothing out there, and i don't care, if they take my life awayni'm not ready, and i don't want to see, nopennit's been years since i've heard my transistor radionyet i keep going to where it seems i'm meant to gonand i finally realized what he wanted to show menwhere i've been, and where i am, it's the shownwhere i've been, and where i am, it's the shownwhere i've been, and where i am, it's the show