I remember,
Kneeling before, parts on the floor
Of the radio I took apart to find Elvis
But he'd left this building...
And I can't deny, since then I've wondered why
The songs they play and the songs I hear
Do they ring true in my ears?
You can't pull this wool any tighter over our eyes
I wanted so, I wanted oh so badly
I want to go where I don't know
Why songs play on my empty radio
And the radio's turning me off
Damn the radio
My father'd drive
I'd take the shotgun side
With the window down and the signal clear
In hopes I'd hear the Cheap Trick record
Over and over again
'Till I could believe
I wanted so, I wanted oh so badly
Whose got the answers 'cause I've got some questions
When they hit the stage, do they feign the rage
That plays so well on empty radio?
Everything it gets destroyed
Everything is empty radio
And the radio is turning me off
And the only thing I think that I believe is we've been had
Every grade level sings his song, but no one stays on top that long
You couldn't shoulder what he knew was the weight
And the radio's turning me off