Radio Days

Foot down and drive to the sun
It’s raining hard and the radio’s on
All I want is what’s due to me
Such arrogance, such flippancy
A father-figure slipped a gun in my hand
Saying, «Aim high but don’t aim for the sun, son.»
Blinded by my own beauty
Of course I did, but then that’s my prerogative
If it’s all the same to you
I’m gonna do what I want to do
I’m gonna crash my car
My way
If it’s all the same to you
I’m gonna do what I want to do
I’m gonna crash my car
To my tune
Radio plays remember me
Remember me, and then dismember me
Save all your thoughts and your dreams
Just to buy a memory
I remember when I was small
With a mother-figure standing in the hall
With her blooded kitchen knife, and her blooded kitchen words
She said, «I've seen the light, and it sure isn’t pretty.»
If it’s all the same to you
I’m gonna do what I want to do
I’m gonna crash my car
My way
If it’s all the same to you
I’m gonna do what I want to do
I’m gonna crash my car
To my tune