black cat crossed our path on little fog feet there s crows flying beside my window we left superstition on the roadside a few cities ago they spent our souls maybe but they didn t take our smiles we listen we shake the radio there s a sweet corn princess smiling through the words on the glass remember we stopped for tamales last time but now the lights from the town are fading with radio there s another song playing and we can hear it in the wind outside we listen pilgrims we shake to the radio we listen to the radio little black kitty crossed our path wearing little fog feet and the crows they re just drifters through my window the late night city s lights are growing sharper and i hear another song i see it pouring from the look in your eyes we listen we shake to the radio pilgrims we listen we shake to the radio the radio