[Verse] Friends and strangers in the ruins tonight thank you for tuning your trembling dials to Atom Radio The voice of the wasteland Thin as a bone thick as a memory You made it through another day on this cracked old earth and that That is no small applause [Verse 2] This is your host signing in from a booth held together with tape rust and wishful thinking A little island of hum and buzz A glass coffin with a red light blooming like a tired sunrise Outside the wind chews on broken billboards and the stars blink like burned out bulbs But in here In here the tubes still glow like stubborn fireflies [Verse 3] To the survivors huddled in basements under fallen cinemas To the kids counting scars on the moon through busted skylights To the wanderers slow stepping across highways painted in ash Thank you for listening You are the reason this old microphone still believes in miracles [Verse 4] I know your nights are crowded with ghosts and hangnail hopes I know the silence can scream louder than any siren ever did I know the taste of metal on the air makes every breath feel borrowed Yet you twist that dial You tilt your ear to the crackle You let this ragged little signal climb into your shelter like a stray dog [Chorus] Atom Radio Atom Radio The voice of the wasteland Thin wire thick heart Whispering you are still here you are still here you are still here [Verse 5] Maybe you are heating beans over a fire that smells like yesterday Maybe you are polishing a photograph with no names left Maybe you are tracing the outline of a city on the inside of your skull Whatever you are doing Wherever the dust has parked your bones tonight Know this station knows your name even if the world forgot how to spell it
