Turning to a well worn page of memory

The pictures still sing like a gospel choir

Those were the nights of zero gravity

And those were the sounds on the ones and twos

She broadcast the songs of the wireless moon

She broadcast the songs from the wild blue

Once I held a song

In my heart too long

I called up the station and the station said

The record she played was by Green On Red

It was a time of colorful thinking

I tried to paint her portrait it was a shade too bright

She broadcast the songs of the wireless moon

She broadcast the songs from the wild blue

Once I held a song

In my heart too long

I wrote a song for my favorite DJ

Kept it to myself - It wasn't mine to keep

Those were the nights of zero gravity

One day I just fell, I fell down to my knees

She broadcast the songs of the wireless moon

She broadcast the songs in or out of tune

Once I held a song

In my heart too long

Now it's on the air

She can find me there

She broadcast the songs

She broadcast the songs