Radio

Don't mind me, I feel like somebody ought to try to make it farther than an arm's reach
You know a mute preacher can't preach
It's alright. It feels a lot like a suicide
I understand if you don't write, you've got a lot of mouths to feed
Keep the lights on, keep moving on

I wish that you would come home and hear me on the radio
And you'd lose sleep, so that everybody else could see
it don't pay to live that way
I wish that you would come home and hear me on the radio

You're so tired of telling people how you're so excited
I bet you get tongue tied, you know you really ought to unwind
It's so cold, I bet you feel so all alone
I bet you don't call for long, I bet you catch yourself singing this song

I wish that you would come home and hear me on the radio
And you'd lose sleep, so that everybody else could see
it don't pay to live that way
I wish that you would come home and hear me on the radio