Radio

A cold night when I was young

I made a wish that I’d be on the radio

But you said let it go

Tongue-tied and awkward silent

But inside I screamed they’d hear me on the radio

I couldn’t let it go

You, you thought that I would break

That I would hesitate

Well look at me now

Radio, on the radio

Late night, winter, Chicago

Ten years and I still listen to the radio

And then it starts to snow

The station’s frequencies

My wild dream achieved

Finally they start the show

I’m on the radio

You, you talked a lot of shit

And told us all to quit

Well look at me now

You, you said I’d never sing

But I know you’re listening

Just look at me now

You thought that I would break

You swore that I would crash

You spit a lot of shit

Well look at me now

Just look at me now