Midnight Radio

There’s a station after midnight

That only comes in clear

When the town has gone to sleep

And nobody else can hear

They play songs without introductions

Never tell you who they are

Sometimes I hear my younger voice

Coming through

somebody else’s car

Midnight radio

Tell me something I don’t know

I’ve spent half my life listening

For a voice beneath the noise

Midnight radio

Keep talking while I’m driving home Somewhere between the static

And the silence

I can hear myself again

There’s a woman in Chicago

Who still requests my oldest song

The DJ says she calls every Friday

Just to make sure I’m still around

I don’t know her name

But somehow that feels alright

Funny how a stranger’s memory

Can keep a man

company at night

Midnight radio

Tell me something I don’t know

I’ve spent half my life listening

For a voice beneath the noise

Midnight radio

Keep talking while I’m driving home Somewhere between the silence And the

music

I can hear myself again

Maybe that’s what songs are for

Not answers

Not advice

Just proof that somebody somewhere Felt the same thing once (ooh-ooh-ooh)

Midnight radio

Keep talking while I’m driving home I don’t need to know the

station

I don’t need to know the name

If there’s somebody listening

Then maybe

I’m not finished yet (yeah) (hummmmm)