Radio

Isn't it crazy, isn't it strange
Today he's gone he was here yesterday
Started out something
Is it just nothing now instead
Isn't it frightening, isn't it weird
The one-way ship boards whenever it feels
Leaving a rogue wave
Breaking on everyone who sees
Prayers and poems
And all the songs that I wish I had wrote
Couldn't take him home
To the place where he used to belong
When I call even though nobody at all
Is sitting by the phone
I can hear his radio on
Think about it every morning
All through the evening
Doesn't feel quite right
Thoughts are under phosphorescent lights
It keeps me up all night
Doesn't it shake you, doesn't it seem
That just last week we were climbing the trees
Talking and laughing
Whatever happened in between
Prayers and poems
And all the songs that I wish I had wrote
Couldn't take him home
To the place that he used to belong
When I call even though nobody at all
Is sitting by the phone
I can hear his radio on