Blue Radio

(J. Lyon/M. Noble)



Alone in my kitchen, it's 3 am

As it always seems to be these days

Through a shot glass darkly

Oh, I see what I am

Alone and then lost in a 2-pack haze

And the only light is the neon glow

Of my blue radio

Of my blue radio



I fumble for a cigarette as I fool with the dial

I try to pick up that late night news

The crack in the plaster starts to look like a drunkerd smile

All this damn thing picks up is the blues

So I sit here bathed in the glow

Of my blue radio

Of my blue radio



All night long, I keep hearing the same damn songs

It's all over now and the thrill is gone

Oh, but I remember when we danced real slow

To my blue radio

I remember, baby, when we danced real slow



The music ends and the DJ comes on

And he says, "That last one was a request"

He says he asked the woman, "Is such a sad, sad song

For someone special?"

She said, "Yes"

"But, oh, I know he's out there,

I know he's listening to your show

He's listenin' on his blue radio"



I know he's out there

I know he's listening

Ain't got nowhere else to go

I know he's out there

I know he's out there

I can see him out there with his blue radio



Doppler Shift Music/MSN Music BMI