(Fearing)      Talking with my friends around a bottle of red wine   We laugh a lot, telling jokes, telling lies   Money in the bank is knowing people that you like   Knowing people you can trust in troubled times   'Cause time offers no guarantees   And it only takes a little thing to bring you to your knees   To face the music playing now    Like a song on the radio   It's sad and it's familiar    spreading like a rumour   And everybody knows that old song on the radio   As clear as black and white    We can sing it with our eyes closed   Everybody knows that old song on the radio      The morning's in the headlines and the tealeaves in my cup   But I still don't know what isn't true   The sun rose on the city and everyone so busy   Making plans up and down the avenue   A flash of silver caught the public eye   And we all turned to stare into the New York sky   To face the music playing now   Like a song on the radio   It hurts to have to hear it    Seemed too cruel to bear   But everybody knows that old song on the radio   The red, white and blue   It's a scar and a tattoo   And everybody knows that old song on the radio