And paves the way
To find my home
When I'm alone

Overeager and underway
I risked it all, I had to say
What opened me up for the beating
But the heart is for bleeding

With scraps of songs I paste along
The seams of my clumsy tongue
In hopes of creating the golden notes
That might bring you back to me

Radio turns to gold
And paves the way
To find my home
When I'm alone

Like phantoms on the highway
After holiday, gritting their teeth
Racing to find a place for their soul
Or at least a place that's less familiar

We offer up our heart before
The heart's invited or asked for
Oh no, here I go my friend, I'm repeating
But the heart is for bleeding

And I've said all I can say
I am retreating, on my way
Music box, play my song I'll sing along
To that bitterly sweet tone when I'm alone