Nothing on the Radio

There’s nothing on the radio that can change my mind

I’m trying hard to let it go; it just takes time

Now I’m turning down the stereo

I’ll sing a song that’s mine

There’s nothing on the radio

There’s something inside that I’ve been trying to tell you

But I can’t quite find the words

It’s something about the way the world is changing

There’s a voice that can’t be heard

This feeling is burning inside me

And no matter what I do it grows

So I turn to the place where I find answers

But it’s like no one seems to know

There’s nothing on the radio that can change my mind

I’m trying hard to let it go; it just takes time

Now I’m turning down the stereo

I’ll sing a song that’s mine

There’s nothing on the radio

There was a time when music had the answers

And the people, they tuned in

But how many times can we listen to their problems

When the line they walk is thin?

The music is playing

I’m trying to understand just what they know

I’m tired of this “searching for meaning”

I’m gonna have to let it go

There’s nothing on the radio that can change my mind

I’m trying hard to let it go; it just takes time

Now I’m turning down the stereo

I’ll sing a song that’s mine

There’s nothing on the radio

I’ve been spending time with John, Paul, George, and Ringo

And I have listened to the things they have to say

So where’s my generation’s voice of peace and reason?

Where are my voices of today?

There’s nothing on the radio that can change my mind

I’m trying hard to let it go; it just takes time

Now I’m turning down the stereo

I’ll sing a song that’s mine

There’s nothing on the radio