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