Lyrics On the Radio - Chip Taylor

On the Radio

this is how it works
it feels a little worse
and when we drove our hearse
right through that screaming crowd
while laughing up a storm
until we were just bone
until it got so warm
that none of us could sleep
then all the styrofoam
began to melt away
we tried to find some worms
to aid in the decay
but none of them were home
inside their catacomb
a million ancient bees
began to sting our knees
while we were on our knees
praying that disease
would leave the ones we love
and never come again
and on the radio
we heard november rain
the solo’s really long
but it’s a pretty song
we listened to it twice
cause the dj was asleep
this is how it works
you’re young until you’re not
you love until you don’t
you try until you can’t
you laugh until you cry
you cry until you laugh
and everyone must breathe
until their dying breath
this is how it works
you peer inside yourself
you take the things you like
and try to love the things you took
and then you take that love you made
and stick it into some--
someone else’s heart
pumping someone else’s blood
and walking arm in arm
you hope it don’t get harmed
but even if it does
you’ll just do it all again
on the radio
you hear november rain
that solo’s awful long
but it’s a nice refrain
you listen to it twice
cause the dj is asleep
on the radio…