(Billy Bob Thornton/J.D Andrew)
Everything is busted No reason to pretend Somehow tomorrow's rusted That's hard to comprehend Sittin' in the dark alone The power's all shut down Afraid to use the telephone It's wired into the crown Scared of sights and sounds It's a quarter to ten I'm sittin' here watchin' the radio again Watchin' the radio again Watchin' the radio again Hoping that magically Somehow I'll get tuned in And tisten to the radio again Maybe I'm a coward For crawling in a hole Since the outlook soured I won't grant myself parole Still I keep on hopin' I'll feel the distant beat Of hearts that start to open To those out on the street Without some electricity The moons my only friend I'm sittin' here watchin' the radio again Watchin' the radio again Watchin' the radio again Hoping that magically Somehow I'll get tuned in And tisten to the radio again