Widows by the Radio

Drink to our demolished home

Where loss resides alone

Like a widow by the radio

Child, childhood is a place

Where sorrow comes of age

A widow by the radio

Try to understand

I couldn't hold your hand

I couldn't even hold a gun

Surely we could find

A reason or a sign

That everything's not gone for good

Autumn whispers through the trees

Cheap things to him and me

But patience wears a uniform

Nature take care of your sons

I think they have become

The Darlings of the universe

Try to understand

I couldn't hold your hand

I couldn't even hold a gun

Surely we could find

A reason or a sign

That everything's not gone for good

Try to understand

I couldn't hold your hand

I couldn't even hold a gun

Surely we could find

A reason or a sigh

That everything's not gone for good.