AM Radio

At least, we were told
The west was wild
AM radio
On the dial

I bet if we closed our eyes
So tight that the patterns look like light

You are counted on
Count on me
Lost between the low
Frequencies

I bet if we closed our eyes
So tight that the patterns look like light
We'd ignite

How fast do you run
When you're scared
AM radio
Will be there

I bet if we close our eyes
So tight that the patterns look like light
We'd invite

A fall
A spring
A winter night

At least we were told
The west was wild
AM radio
On the dial

I bet if we closed our eyes
So tight that the patterns look like light
I bet if we closed our eyes
So tight that the patterns look like light
I bet if we told a lie
So hard that the memories turn
Black and white