Begin the day with a friendly voice

A companion unobtrusive

Plays that song that's so elusive

And the magic music makes your morning mood

Off on your way, hit the open road

There is magic at your fingers

For the Spirit ever lingers

Undemanding contact in your happy solitude

All this machinery making modern music

Can still be open-hearted

Not so coldly charted, it's really just a question

Of your honesty, yeah, your honesty

One likes to believe in the freedom of music

But glittering prizes and endless compromises

Shatter the illusion of integrity, yeah

For the words of the profits were written on the studio wall

Concert hall

And echoes with the sound of salesmen.