Radio Station

I always wanted something more

But what in the world could I want for

Good conversation, inside jokes

Somewhere to run when it's cold

Maybe in France, I wouldn't be so depressed

I'd find a lover to love me and fill this hole in my chest

Need a distraction, need something more picturesque

On my way to the airport but it's all in my head

Rain keeps pouring, the waves still roll in

The same songs play on the radio station

Sun keeps rising, the flag's still flying

The old man waits for his next vacation

Roam around through this worn out town

I dream of being an actress and getting out

Ice cream drips down my hands and wrists

And the songs are shit on the radio station

Cherry red, oh this dress

Doesn't feel like it should

I'm a mess, eating less

But I clean up real good

Bloody hands from the plans

That I never saw through

I'm a star in my car

So far from Hollywood

Rain keeps pouring, the waves still roll in

The same songs play on the radio station

Sun keeps rising, the flag's still flying

The old man waits for his next vacation

Roam around through this worn out town

I dream of being an actress and getting out

Ice cream drips down my hands and wrists

And the songs are shit on the radio station