That Could Have Been Me

I heard a song about a woman playing on the air
She was nowhere bound, children taken, welfare chained
And she fell down like fireworks in the morning light
Smoke rising up behind her as she burned up in the sky
That could have been me up there on the radio wave
Opened up to seen up there by the poet who played
About heartache and laughter, loving and leaving and failing desire
That could have been me up there on fire
She kept on as the song played on but then a man moved in
He brought nickels and dimes and warning signs but she didn't care
Cause god it had been so long and she couldn't be that strong
When she woke up he was gone and I thought this is just a song
That could have been me up there on the radio wave
Opened up to seen up there by the poet who played
About heartache and laughter, loving and leaving and failing desire
That could have been me up there on fire
In the corner of my mind I can see her still burning away
Calling out for someone there but it's her own name
That she keeps saying louder and screaming so clear
Through the lines, the dimes, and all those signs
How is she supposed to care?
That could have been me up there on the radio wave
Opened up to seen up there by the poet who played
About heartache and laughter, loving and leaving and failing desire
That could have been me up there on fire