Radio

I grow old with the radio
Wondering how and which way this world became my foe.

I wish I told you a month ago
How I love you so much but now you'll never know

That I contemplate
If my words have lost their weight or if
My time is all to blame blinded by the gold.
I live with my radio driving 100 mph and all I see is road

I grow old with the radio,
I grow old
I'm growing old, I'm growing old
And I wish, I wish I told you, I wish I told you
That I loved you so much, I loved you so much
I loved you so much
But all I see is, all I see is road.
All I see is road, all I see is road, all I see, all I see,
all I see is road.



Credits
Writer(s): Christian Reccasina, Megan Winsor
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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