Talk Radio

Get up, get up, get up And wake up to, a city Where forgetting who you are Is all too easy... This is a sad throwback to a summer’s past The siren wails again You won’t try that again God is waiting I’ve made peace with all my flaws Stuck here, counting all the walls Still learning things from talk radio Like now, the place that I was born The streets are filled with bird song You only hear ‘cos things are going wrong I know it must be hard But after we’re gone, just face it As the day becomes the night My time was wasted Missing the way of the olden days I know you feel the same It’s all been locked away What a waste... I’ve got post-traumatic needs Lights out, on the smoky streets Bleach burned, and covered in paper dust Not really getting any sleep Let’s have another cup of tea The only answer, that makes some sense to me, to me So get up, get up, get up And wake up to, a city Where forgetting who you are Is all too easy... This is a sad throwback to a summer’s past The siren wails again You won’t try that again Keep God waiting You won’t try that again, no God is waiting Please don’t try that again God is waiting