Lyrics by Neil Peart, Music by Geddy Lee and Alex Lifeson 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 Invisible airwaves Crackle with life Bright antennae bristle With the energy Emotional feedback On a timeless wavelength Bearing a gift beyond price --- Almost free... All this machinery Making modern music Can still be open-hearted Not so coldly charted It's really just a question Of your honesty One likes to believe In the freedom of music But glittering prizes And endless compromises Shatter the illusion Of integrity "For the words of the profits Are written on the studio wall, Concert hall --- Echoes with the sounds... Of salesmen."