Steve Kilbey - Random Pan lyrics

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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