Faded Radio Signal

Verse

Radio dial stuck between station five

Rust belt static and a tired engine light

Your voice was just a crackle at first

Sound like static in the middle of this dust

Truck bed floorboards cracked but still held me tight

Tailgate lid loose, radio antenna bent tonight

You hummed some tune I didn't know

Sounded like it came from somewhere far away back home

Pre-Chorus

So what's the signal you're sending my way?

Is it static or is it a real ray of light?

I'm tuned in close but I still can't hear what you say

Chorus

Every time your voice comes through on the low end, I feel it again

Like an old transmission breaking open in my chest

Same old channels, same old static and rain

But this time I think I'm finally listening for the best

I was tuned out till now — I thought it was just white noise

Turned down to zero — called it a static choice

But every word you're sending through that tired old speaker tower

Sends my heart's receiver into overtime mode

Verse

We left the town lights fading like they were on fire

Watched your taillights disappear over the wire

I had your voice still ringing in my ear

But the road got quiet once we hit the interstate here

Six months gone now — I'm driving alone again

Same old radio dial, same old crackle and din

But sometimes at night I swear I hear you whispering back through static

Saying something that the static can't erase

Pre-Chorus

So what's the signal you're sending my way?

Is it static or is it a real ray of light?

I'm tuned in close but I still can't hear what you say

Chorus

Every time your voice comes through on the low end, I feel it again

Like an old transmission breaking open in my chest

Same old channels, same old static and rain

But this time I think I'm finally listening for the best

I was tuned out till now — I thought it was just white noise

Turned down to zero — called it a static choice

But every word you're sending through that tired old speaker tower

Sends my heart's receiver into overtime mode

Bridge

Maybe it was never about the strength of the signal

Maybe love don't need volume or range

Maybe what I thought was just white noise

Was actually the real frequency — the one I couldn't change

I'm not turning off anymore

I'm running full-bandwidth on you now

Static's where the truth gets told

Chorus

Every time your voice comes through on the low end, I feel it again

Like an old transmission breaking open in my chest

Same old channels, same old static and rain

But this time I think I'm finally listening for the best

I was tuned out till now — I thought it was just white noise

Turned down to zero — called it a static choice

But every word you're sending through that tired old speaker tower

Sends my heart's receiver into overtime mode