On the Radio
Music and Lyrics: Chuck Baker
He sat and talked while I painted
I hadn't heard him on the radio
Now I'm digging madly for the words he said
Now that I've heard him on the radio
And his words were often absurd
And left us rolling in the aisles
Here he comes every last bit of him
You know I've heard him on the radio
I'm not really what I think of him
I just heard him on the radio
And his voice would be my choice
If I were on my island
He'd do it all to do it all again
To be played on the radio
And he'll always linger in my head
Like a song played on the radio
He's been gone for nearly two years
I haven't heard him on the radio
Late last summer we both sat and cried
When we heard him on the radio
And his guitar is the shining star
That led me here tonight