Radio Wave

The humming of a stereo on a frequency that I don't know

Is inspirational audio to me

In a yard of defused fireworks with a phaser backing up the words

I'm singing over hummingbirds and pedal steel guitar

Lyrics drawn on paper planes, melodies and sweet refrains

I'm sifting through the old remains of who I used to be

But judging by the books I bought, the future's just an afterthought

I could have been an astronaut in lighter gravity

Whoa, when I get up in the morning, I don't bother to shave

Whoa, got one foot on the gas and one in the grave

Whoa, in the land of the free and the home of the brave

Whoa, I'm just drifting away on a radio wave

I hate the way I play they blues, one four five with a minor two

It's how I learned to tie my shoes and color inside the lines

If there's a weapon you can't trust me with, it's a major third, the perfect fifth

Americana is a myth I told ya

A rough and tumble refugee with a bone to pick and a place to be

Sure would be a sight to see reflected in your eyes

So with a flickered frown I shift my weight, I'm a rusted hinge with an iron gait

An endless stretch of interstate with one arm on the wheel

Whoa, when I get up in the morning I don't bother to shave

Whoa, got one foot on the gas and one in the grave

Whoa, in the land of the free and the home of the brave

Whoa, I'm just drifting away on a radio wave

Whoa, when I get up in the morning I don't bother to shave

Whoa, got one foot on the gas and one in the grave

Whoa, in the land of the free and the home of the brave

Whoa, I'm just drifting away on a radio wave

Radio wave

Radio wave

On a radio wave