If I'm just laying a track that wraps around   Different ones 'til it comes back, creating sound   I'll send it up six hundred miles over the ground      So everyone gets the waves I made for you   Stuck together in a digital glue   Envelopes fade out the useless   But you don't have a clue      Anyone meaning to try on their own   Should have a steady supply of semitones   And if they should find it ain't easy, I've worked to the bone      People want to hear the harmonies in clear stereo sound   But first I gotta drink, my mind won't let me think now   The melody rises and falls to the ground