Clock radio wakes me up from my dreams

This bathroom floor's feeling cold on my feet

But I keep the rhythm by brushing my teeth to the radio

The nest thing I knew, that toothbrush in my hand

Was a microphone and I was staring back

At ten thousand screaming fans through my radio

Back to Earth, off to work, that is the deal

I'm not a star, but I know how it feels to be on my radio

Well I pulled into work and heard "Born To Be Wild"

I reached for the knob and I cranked it up loud

And I blasted that Harley straight on through the town on my radio

No, these aren't handlebars, it's just my steering wheel

And I'm not a rebel, but I know how it feels on my radio

Music carries hearts away

Turns then 'round and makes then stay

Proves there's nothing you can't do

And by itself, makes dreams come true

We pulled off the road just to talk for a while

I pulled her closer, then I saw her smile

Lit up by the soft amber light of the dial on my radio

And somehow the DJ knew just what to play

And the singer knew just what to say

To make her melt in my arms that way by the radio

Two innocent hearts and an automobile

I'm not a stud, but I know how it fels, thank God for that radio

I've learned how to love and I've learned about life

And I've done it all staring straight through the eyes of my radio

Writer : SMITH, JAMES / JACKSON, JOHN / JOHNSON, ALBERT / MUCHITA, KEJUAN / STAFFORD, RHASHIDI / STROTHER, HUE
Copyright : Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC