Michael Milosh - Dead Radio

There's nothing made for my radio
Nothing fits the size of my stereo
I'd rather dream
Could anything
Give my ears a lift
Like a home-grown gift
Played on this
Dead radio?

I'm not done playing with yesterdays
People just aren't patient in this modern age
All these old ways
Still work for me
Don't put it down
Just let it be
And you'll see
A love
Pumped back into my
Dead radio

I can't forget the girl next door
Though she's moved on / ten years or more
Inside this dream-
She's right next to me
Sometimes I see her
Reach out with a smile
Just as honest as a child
And all the while
She goes dancing across the dial
Of my
Dead radio

Written by:
Michael Milosh

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