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