The record shop on Sunday is a kind of church for you. I see you cross yourself backwards and sit in the listening booth. Father Rick's the one who's spinning and tonight it's Marquee Moon. Oh moonlight and music don't forget us. I know we don't deserve it now, but for the next few minutes, let love come easy anyhow.

You're skimming through new arrivals looking for something cool. Among all of this week's singles, there must be one for you. I know how much you've been hurt and how, but for the next few minutes, let love come easy anyhow.

An evening's record listening's like divine communique. What I glean from those times, I can't find another way. I know I don't deserve it anyhow, but for the next few minutes, let love come easy to me now.

What music you're hearing only you know - obeying commands from some distant headphones.