Radio

A cold night when I was young
I made a wish that I’d be on the radio
But you said let it go
Tongue-tied and awkward silent but inside I screamed
They’d hear me on the radio I couldn’t let it go
You, you thought that I would break
That I would hesitate well look at me now
You, you swore that I would crash
That I would never last just look at me now
Radio, on the radio late night, winter
Chicago ten years and still I listen to the radio
And then it starts to snow
The station’s frequencies
My wild dream achieved
Finally they start the show I’m on the radio
You, you talked a lot of shit
And told us all to quit well look at me now
You, you said I’d never sing
But I know you’re listening just look at me now
You thought that I would break
You swore that I would crash
You spit a lot of shit
Well look at me just look at me now