Broken Radio

I was thinking about another time Still in my mind Well, I used to know a little girl High on this world Your baby loves you more than you know Raised on rivalry and rock 'n roll Moving to the motor city soul She lets go on the radio Well, we never had a lot of cash But we loved those kids Some say that she missed the boat But she just burned the bridge The angels love you more than you know Raised on robbery and rock 'n roll Moving to the motor city soul She takes hold on the radio Stomach ache Sundays And books we never read Well, I was hoping someday We might meet again She used to talk about astrology She was born in June She danced with strangers and celebrities Empty stars and the full moon I was thinking about the universe For what it's worth Or the one above the Phoenix bird That died and returned The angels love you more than you know Raised on robbery and rock 'n roll Moving to the motor city soul Moving to the motor city soul Sometimes I see her face When there's no place to go On the radio, on the radio, on the radio (The angels love you more) On the radio, broken radio