I loved to drive to the old songs

On the radio each day

They said the things I felt myself

And sure wished I could say

 

One day I met a wise man

Who read me clear right through

He said "You gotta learn son...

That's what you gotta do!

 

Hear that radio when you ride

But listen to what I say -

You could sing of what's inside

If a guitar you could play".

 

He left me with this parting pearl

Of wisdom on his way

I won't forget his goodbye words

Until my dying day

 

"It's just a case of wanting son...

How much and just how bad

You need to let that music tell

The words you've always had -

 

Hear that radio when you ride

But listen to what I say -

You could sing of what's inside

If you learnt how to play".

 

I bless that wise man from the past

Whose words I won't forget

The way he read me clear right through

The moment that we met

 

"It's just a case of wanting son...

How much and just how bad

You need to let that music tell

The words you've always had".

 

Now I love to drive to the new songs

On the radio each day

When I hear my words sung back to me

And hear that guitar play

 

Yeah - I love to drive to those new songs

On the radio each day

When I hear my words sung back to me

And hear that guitar play.

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