Radio City
(Tani)
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This really is nowhere
There’s a red dirt scratch up the mountainside
Eight miles long and one car wide
My old Buick's at the top
In a gravel parking lot
There’s a fifty-foot trailer and a hundred foot mast
A fifty thousand watt clear channel blast
Across the western states
I’m a voice without a face
Graveyard shift –Midnight to six
All night drivers and the urban hicks
I’m pullin’ down the feed
But I’m burying the lead
Out in the distance I can see the lights
Dotting the horizon on the clear nights
Are you listening?
We’re taking calls
This is Radio City
Top of the hour –it’s the Lovers Line
But no caller’s had a heart as broke as mine
I whisper in your ear
As if only you can hear
I say those things I should have said
I go where I feared to tread
But I know that it’s too late
to negotiate
Out in the distance I can see the lights
Dotting the horizon on the clear nights
Are you listening?
We’re taking calls
This is Radio City
I was a fool to flee from love
I don’t know what I was scared of
But look at where I am
This really is nowhere
A million words won’t win you back
A million tears turned my heart black
Still the words leak from my pen
And the tears start up again
Out in the distance I can see the lights
Dotting the horizon on the clear nights
I hope you’re listening
I wish you’d call
This is Radio City |
