I’m Your Man, You’re My Radio
Blue-eyed boys
They've got to roll their own
And live their lives
Through a microphone
Green-eyed girls
They've got the faraway feel:
Steady hands make
A steady wheel
O my road
O my orphaned home
I miss your streets
Like a broken bone
Sweet July
You are a restless rhyme
We love your work
(come back anytime!)
You're so fast
I'm so slow
We may not last
But here we go
I'm your man
You're my radio
Heaven's gate
Is made of pearls and grit
But the bands ain't great
And the bars are shit
So lay your head beneath the hollow moon
We made our bed
And we'll be there soon
The world was wrong
It's barely right
We wrote our song
And seen the light
I'm your man
You're my Friday night
It comes and goes
(go it may)
God forbid
It go our way
I'm your man
You're my Champs d'Elysees