Ron Sexsmith Lyrics
"Radio"
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Radio
Ron Sexsmith 2017
The clowns are running the circus,
The show is run of the mill.
They picked all the berries
That grew on Blueberry Hill.
The shameless and the appalling
Have sunk things to a new low.
What has become of the world
That we used to know?
Chorus:
Did I dream it what I mean is,
I could have sworn it had a soul.
I could hear that sound right near
Back when my whole world was the radio.
Time was when people could move me
With just a voice and a song.
Wish all those hacks would go back
To where they belong.
The daydream has to make way for
The nightmare that was to be.
Where grace and beauty are hung
And buried at sea
But even though the writing's on the wall,
There's still through coloured glasses I recall
That golden age of the old and better days.
Ron Sexsmith 2017
The clowns are running the circus,
The show is run of the mill.
They picked all the berries
That grew on Blueberry Hill.
The shameless and the appalling
Have sunk things to a new low.
What has become of the world
That we used to know?
Chorus:
Did I dream it what I mean is,
I could have sworn it had a soul.
I could hear that sound right near
Back when my whole world was the radio.
Time was when people could move me
With just a voice and a song.
Wish all those hacks would go back
To where they belong.
The daydream has to make way for
The nightmare that was to be.
Where grace and beauty are hung
And buried at sea
But even though the writing's on the wall,
There's still through coloured glasses I recall
That golden age of the old and better days.