Radio On

A broken man with a narrow face
Sings a lonely song
All the while in his secret world
He seems to follow along
But he’s gone

But late at night when he leaves his place
He likes to leave the radio on
He comes home and he can’t walk
He welcomes in the dawn
And later on when he goes to sleep
He’s gone

She appears and she is kind
She pours herself over him
In the heat and in the sweat
He feels her tender skin
Then she’s gone

But late at night when he leaves his place
He likes to leave the radio on
He comes home and he can’t walk
He welcomes in the dawn
And later on when he goes to sleep
She’s gone