I was lying on the carpet in the sun As they counted down from 40 back to 1 Maybe those were much simpler times With innocent words and obvious rhymes Or maybe it's always been this way You're listening when you've got nothing to say Turn it on, turn on the radio We were driving down the highway in the rain Again I've said the wrong thing, broken refrain All I hear is the wipers wiping away The chances of me knowing what I should say I think about how it might be if you're gone Then you lean over, turn that radio on Turn it on, turn on the radio Turn it on, turn on the radio Coast to coast and all that's in between Love and faith, inequality But I could hear it all from miles and miles away I could hear it miles and miles and miles away I could hear it miles and miles and miles away