On The Radio

Chip Taylor

This is how it works
It feels a little worse
Than when we drove our hearse
Right through that screaming crowd

While laughing up a storm
Until we were just bone
Until it got so warm
That none of us could sleep

And all the Styrofoam
Began to melt away
We tried to find some worms
To aid in the decay

But none of them were home
Inside their catacomb
A million ancient bees
Began to sting our knees

While we were on our knees
Praying that disease
Would leave the ones we love
And never come again

On the radio
We heard November Rain
That solo's really long
But it's a pretty song

We listened to it twice
'Cause the DJ was asleep
This is how it works
You're young until you're not

You love until you don't
You try until you can't
You laugh until you cry
You cry until you laugh

And everyone must breathe
Until their dying breath
No, this is how it works
You peer inside yourself

You take the things you like
And try to love the things you took
And then you take that love you made
And stick it into some

Someone else's heart
Pumping someone else's blood
And walking arm in arm
You hope it don't get harmed

But even if it does
You'll just do it all again
And on the radio
You hear November Rain

That solo's awful long
But it's a good refrain
You listen to it twice
'Cause the DJ is asleep
On the radio

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