(M. Frechette)

We’re on the radio and we’re headed home to sleep

A certain aerial attack, it splits the air we breathe

I have no worries I know everything will be just fine

You get your way and I get mine

We open up, high or low, we are the operators

Let us take a call for all the little ones we know, hello

We’re on the radio and we’re headed home to dream

And once upon a time it began so easily

And now we’re flying out in to the wide-open air

You get your way, but don’t know where