Clock radio wakes me up from my dreams This bathroom floor's feeling cold on my feet But I keep the rhythm by brushing my teeth to the radio The nest thing I knew, that toothbrush in my hand Was a microphone and I was staring back At ten thousand screaming fans through my radio Back to Earth, off to work, that is the deal I'm not a star, but I know how it feels to be on my radio Well I pulled into work and heard "Born To Be Wild" I reached for the knob and I cranked it up loud And I blasted that Harley straight on through the town on my radio No, these aren't handlebars, it's just my steering wheel And I'm not a rebel, but I know how it feels on my radio Music carries hearts away Turns then 'round and makes then stay Proves there's nothing you can't do And by itself, makes dreams come true We pulled off the road just to talk for a while I pulled her closer, then I saw her smile Lit up by the soft amber light of the dial on my radio And somehow the DJ knew just what to play And the singer knew just what to say To make her melt in my arms that way by the radio Two innocent hearts and an automobile I'm not a stud, but I know how it fels, thank God for that radio I've learned how to love and I've learned about life And I've done it all staring straight through the eyes of my radio Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com