The Radio
Ted Rosedale
Thoughtless in my chair
Dreaming of a time
Visioning colors
Of freakish design
Collecting all schemes
One might confess
Hopelessly wanting
To rise to first place
The radio's blasting away
With some beautiful, fragrant surprise
The mystery is drowning today
As the tears pour out from your eyes
Beside you, happiness
Was clear
With your head out of the window
You try to endear
And hide all the fear
As we might come close to your home
And they try to explain
All the noise they can smell
It grows with somebody else
And they are what they say
And they bury their graves
As they seamlessly know
I slipped and fell asleep
I nearly clipped my head
Refraining from looking into the wall again
I managed to keep
My eyes from rolling back
I'm just waiting for
The radio's blasting away
With some beautiful, fragrant surprise
The mystery is drowning today
As the tears pour out from your eyes
Beside you, happiness
Was clear
With your head out of the window
You try to endear
And hide all the fear
As we might come close to your home
And they try to explain
All the noise they can smell
It grows with somebody else
And they are what they say
And they bury their graves
As they seamlessly know
Beside you, happiness
Was clear
With your head out of the window
You try to endear
And hide all the fear
As we might come close to your home
And they try to explain
All the noise they can smell
It grows with somebody else
And they are what they say
And they bury their graves
As they seamlessly know
Oh