I'll tell you this
No eternal reward will forgive us now
For wasting the dawn

Back in those days everything was simpler and more confused
One summer night, going to the pier
I ran into two young girls
The blonde one was called Freedom
The dark one, Enterprise
We talked and they told me this story

Now listen to this
I'll tell you about Texas radio and the big beat
Soft driven, slow and mad like some new language

Reaching your head with the cold
Sudden fury of a divine messenger
Let me tell you about heartache and the loss of God
Wandering, wandering in hopeless night
Out here in the perimeter there are no stars

Out here we is stoned
Immaculate

Copyright: Doors Music Company
Writer(s): Jim Morrison, John Paul Densmore, Raymond D Manzarek, Robert A Krieger