A cold night when I was young I made a wish that I’d be on the radio But you said let it go Tongue-tied and awkward silent But inside I screamed they’d hear me on the radio I couldn’t let it go You, you thought that I would break That I would hesitate Well look at me now Radio, on the radio Late night, winter, Chicago Ten years and I still listen to the radio And then it starts to snow The station’s frequencies My wild dream achieved Finally they start the show I’m on the radio You, you talked a lot of shit And told us all to quit Well look at me now You, you said I’d never sing But I know you’re listening Just look at me now You thought that I would break You swore that I would crash You spit a lot of shit Well look at me now Just look at me now