All alone at night, looking for a sign of light

looking for a sign of life, an excuse to avoid the knife.
Some voice to cut through the fog.
Some sound to come closer to God.
Someone to get out of this clime.
Something to save you this time.
You see nothing.
You feel nothing.
You taste nothing.
You hear… you hear… the radio…

Listen to the radio station.
Never know what you’re gonna hear.
Listen to the radio station.
Don’t succumb to any your fears.
Listen to the radio station.
Doesn’t matter if it’s crystal clear.
Listen to the radio station.

Listen to the radio station.

What you hear changes repeatedly.
It doesn’t matter. It fits your mood.
And though the sounds range categorically,
you’re simply loving being wooed.
The radio is there for you.
It tells you exactly what to do.
The radio is here for you.
The radio is here for you…

Listen to the radio station.
Never know what song’s coming on.
Listen to the radio station.
The DeeJay will tell you exactly when’s the dawn.
Listen to the radio station.
If you need an answer, it’s here for you.
Listen to the radio station.

It will pull you through.
The radio station.

Just listen:
The radio station’s here for you.
Just listen:
The radio station’ll get you through
Just listen:
When has radio ever lied to you?
Just listen:
Well it won’t this time. It won’t this time.

The radio is here for you.