I made a living writing lover's dream words,

I found the notes to hang them on

I fround a way to play with the meaning of things

And I came up with a couple good songs.

And so I oughta have an easy answer,

I oughta have some pretty things to say,

But I haven't found the combination

That'll make you change your mind and wanna stay.



So I wish I had one sure honest line to say over and over again

Sung in tune and time to a melody pure

One clear everpresent pulse in the pocket

And I'm on the radio so you'll know that I am yours



Listen to the laughter of the children

She scratched on the back of a bill

As we climbed past the road to the schoolhouse

On the Burnt crust browning pan hill

To where they don't take sad for an answer,

A place at the corner of your heart,

Where music meets with memories,

So you can recognize the feeling from the start



How I wish I had one sure honest line to say over and over again

Sung in tune and time to a melody pure

One clear everpresent pulse in the pocket?

I'm on the radio so you'll know that I am yours

They'll put us on the radio so you'll know that I am yours