Half a smile on canvas
Full moon in her hair
Her face was forged in paradise
And her eyes will lift you there
We rode on a midnight train
It cut through Georgia pines
I put my money on the table
She picked the red queen every time
So you follow the sun
And you think you're free
Even the sun just does circles
Around you and me
Sing sweet, radio
Sing sweet, radio
Sing sweet, radio
The bricks broke late last night
The angel lost his wings
Under southern lights the radio just sings
They write her name in a book of poems
And speak it in the halls
A long ways away back in yesterday
She blew down the walls
Our eyes are sore from boxcar cinders
Six million ways to die
Eventually we must choose one
But we never choose too wise
She takes off her apron
There's another party tonight
Winter snows blow whippy winds so cold
She teases seasons just for spite
Sing sweet, radio
Sing sweet, radio
Sing sweet, radio
The bricks broke late last night
The angel lost his wings
Under southern lights the radio just sings