(Fearing)



Talking with my friends around a bottle of red wine

We laugh a lot, telling jokes, telling lies

Money in the bank is knowing people that you like

Knowing people you can trust in troubled times

‘Cause time offers no guarantees

And it only takes a little thing to bring you to your knees

To face the music playing now 

Like a song on the radio

It's sad and it's familiar 

spreading like a rumour

And everybody knows that old song on the radio

As clear as black and white 

We can sing it with our eyes closed

Everybody knows that old song on the radio



The morning's in the headlines and the tealeaves in my cup

But I still don't know what isn't true

The sun rose on the city and everyone so busy

Making plans up and down the avenue

A flash of silver caught the public eye

And we all turned to stare into the New York sky

To face the music playing now

Like a song on the radio

It hurts to have to hear it 

Seemed too cruel to bear

But everybody knows that old song on the radio

The red, white and blue

It's a scar and a tattoo

And everybody knows that old song on the radio