It came from nowhere

On the 38 Geary

A girl with a backpack of shrapnel and wire

Through spiderweb windows

Of blood stained glass

A pagoda's shadow and a cruel sunny sky

Oh the flash then the silence

Shouldn't there be screaming praying crying

Oh anything at all

Tell me where are the sirens

Fire's getting closer but I've got to stay calm



It's just the radio darling,

Just the radio and your runaway imagination

Just the radio darling

We can turn away to another station



Outside they're handing out

Fate to the wounded

Little tags in black red yellow, and green

It's now my twenty-fith hour

With a scalpel in hand

If I stop moving I will sleep on my feet

And the rumors are seething

Gunfire at freeway exits, bridges mid-barricades

I can feel the fog creeping

God where is the morphine, the sweet lidocaine



It's just the radio



Sing me a love song dear

What good has the news ever done me

Come on it'll never happen here, oh no

We are not some third world country

This is not some third world country



I'm sorry Mama

I held on for as long as I could

I'm sorry Papa

There was nothing more I could do



It's just the radio