I remember, kneeling before   Parts on the floor   Of the radio I took apart to find Elvis   But he'd left this building      And I can't deny   Since then I've wondered why   The songs they play and the songs I hear   Do they ring true in my ears?      You can't pull this wool   Any tighter over our eyes   I wanted so, I wanted, oh, so badly   I want to go where I don't know      Why songs play on my empty radio   And the radio's turning me off   Damn the radio      My father'd drive   I'd take the shotgun side   With the window down and the signal clear      In hopes I'd hear the Cheap Trick record   Over and over again till I could believe   I wanted so, I wanted, oh, so badly      Whose got the answers   'Cause I've got some questions   When they hit the stage   Do they feign the rage      That plays so well on empty radio?   Everything it gets destroyed   Everything is empty radio   And the radio is turning me off      And the only thing I think that   I believe is we've been had   Every grade level sings his song   But no one stays on top that long      You couldn't shoulder   What he knew was the weight   And the radio's turning me off