Ghost radio on an empty page (wersja 2)

Verse 1

Bare feet on the worn-out floorboards

Static buzzing through my skull some more

Rusted harmonica on the counter top

No one left to write this song for

I'm searching for a station that don't fade out

A ghost signal that I can hold onto

Dust collecting like a dirty diary

Nobody's waiting, nobody's there

Pre-Chorus

So turn it up loud in my chest

Chorus

Ghost radio on an empty page

Turn me loose with nothing to say

I'm driving through the dark where the signal ends

Ghost radio calling out for a friend

Turn me loose and watch this place come alive

Verse 2

Old record spinning slow and flat

Nobody's home, nobody's coming back

Cigarette smoke hanging in the air like a spell

I don't need an address to feel it swell

My voice echoes off these bare concrete walls

No one's listening but I hear them all

The static hums my name into thin air

And for tonight at least I'm not alone out there

Pre-Chorus

So turn it up loud in my chest

Chorus

Ghost radio on an empty page

Turn me loose with nothing to say

I'm driving through the dark where the signal ends

Ghost radio calling out for a friend

Turn me loose and watch this place come alive

Bridge

Maybe nobody's coming but maybe I don't need that

Maybe my own voice is louder than all of that

I'll keep on screaming into thin air till someone answers back

And then we can chase the sun down off the map

Chorus

Ghost radio on an empty page

Turn me loose with nothing to say

I'm driving through the dark where the signal ends

Ghost radio calling out for a friend

Turn me loose and watch this place come alive