Crack in the dash, heat barely works Scanning past stations that fade in bursts Used to be a voice cut clean through the night Now it’s bits and pieces, never landing right We were all locked in when the signal was strong Didn’t know the words, still sang along Now there’s rust on the radio dial Dead air where the feeling would land Everybody’s got their own little channel No one reaching out of the band Yeah, we traded the turn of the miles For a feed that won’t take a stand There’s rust on the radio dial No one hearing the same song again Kid in the back with a phone in his hand Says, “It plays what I like, you wouldn’t understand” No late-night voice taking calls on a dare No wrong song slipping through the air We were chasing down a voice in the dark Now it’s always on, but it misses the mark Now there’s rust on the radio dial Silence where the stories would start Everybody’s got their own perfect playlist But nothing cuts through to the heart Yeah, we traded the turn of the miles For a song that won’t fall apart There’s rust on the radio dial No one meeting in the middle of art There’s a tower still humming out past the trees Throwing sparks of a song into open airwaves If it catches your ear, let it run, don’t skip Let it be what it is for a minute There’s rust on the radio dial But it flickers every once in a while Yeah, there’s rust on the radio dial But the signal’s not gone, just worn thin If you’re out on the road for a while Let it play, don’t keep closing it in We don’t need it all tailored and styled Just a voice breaking through now and then Through the rust on the radio dial We might hear the same song again We might hear the same song again… Through the rust on the radio dial…
