Random Pan Lyrics - Steve Kilbey

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