Oh, yeah, tune in
Just walking down the line
I am walking on the tracks
With no destination and no direction to go
Carrying only my backpack
And my little transistor radio
Listening to a good station
While the smoke covers my view ahead
The wind cuts my skin like a whip
But I keep moving forward instead
I dance to the sound of my radio
And I won't stop
I keep singing happy
Trying to find myself to the top
The track is long and cold
But I will never stall
While the world runs fast
I go slow through it all
Yeah, I go slow
With my little radio
Just trying to find my way
Walking down the tracks