Static

A golden signal breaking through.
Yeah, it's static, static, static,
Then a voice: "Suddenly I have a choice." To tune right in and let it stay,
And wash the rest of it away.
It isn't written, it isn't taught,
A priceless thing that can't be bought.
Just a rogue transmission in the air,
An answer to a prayer I didn't know was there.
Static, static, static, then you,
Just a signal breakin' through.