Copyright Radio
May you smile upon this band May your miles beguile the land Cross every dial and band When I was young, I lay in bed And hummed a song, and shook my head As I grew old, the world was cold The radio was my only friend In the California night, there is a chopper overhead Like a deer caught in the light, I can't help but look ahead And I'm wondering when it's going to stop And I'm hoping I won't burn up A drop in the ocean How you turn me on but I won't belong Come on, turn me on, I'm playing your favorite song Police are everywhere, they keep it peaceful there For bankers in cars, it's lonely as Mars They're buying the air, they're making the stars shine bright Like a deer caught in the light, I can't help but look ahead Like a hummingbird in flight, I'm going nowhere, as I beat with all my might The radio In this California night, I can't help but look ahead
