Radio

She’s tired for the night and I’m about to park the car
She’s a little bit older
She’s a little bit older than me
And as I switch off the light, the interior light
I can see she’s got her work shirt stained and her heart broken
«Is your heart broken?»
«Is your heart broken?»
We can turn this Monday into a Saturday night
And we can follow the steps of my radio
We can turn this Monday into a Saturday night
And we can follow the steps of my radio
but she’s gone…
Mama, mama, mama, mama tell me what’s better than a silent dance
Mama, mama, mama, mama tell me what’s better than a silent dance at 3 am
And though it sounds a little strange I start to tell her
about a long gone love of mine
A long gone love of mine
She helps with a smile
As we walk all night in the dark
And she sings the second verse from my favorite Leonard Cohen song
And now where can you be?
We can turn this Monday into a Saturday night
And we can follow the steps of my radio
We can turn this Monday into a Saturday night
And we can follow the steps of my radio
but she’s gone…