Radio

The clowns are running the circus The show is run of the mill They've picked all the berries that grew on blueberry hill The shameless and the appalling Have sunk things to a new low What has become of the world that we used to know Did I dream it What I mean is, I could've swore it had a soul I could hear it, sat right near it Back when my whole world was the radio Time was when people could move you With just a voice and a song I wish all those hacks would go back to where they belong The daydream had to make way for The nightmare that was to be Where grace and beauty are hung and buried at sea Did I dream it What I mean is, I could've swore it had a soul I could hear it, sat right near it Back when my whole world was the radio Even though the writing's on the wall It's through rose-coloured glasses I recall That golden age I'm beholden everyday... Did I dream it What I mean is, I could've swore it had a soul I could hear it, sat right near it Back when my whole world was the radio The clowns are running the circus The show is run of the mill They've picked all the berries that grew on blueberry hill