AM Radio

At least, we were told
The west was wild
AM radio on the dial

I bet if we closed our eyes
So tight that the patterns look like light

You are counted on, count on me
Lost between the low, frequencies

I bet if we closed our eyes
So tight that the patterns look like light

We'd ignite

How fast do you run
When you're scared
AM radio will be there

I bet if we close our eyes
So tight that the patterns look like light

We'd invite
A fall
A spring
A winter night

At least we were told, the west wild
AM radio on the dial
I bet if we closed our eyes
So tight that the patterns look light
I bet if we closed our eyes
So tight that the patterns look light
I bet if we told a lie so hard that the memories turn
Black and white