Just Like You

Disc jockeys make no sounds
Disc jockeys…
Disc jockeys make no sounds
Disc jockeys…
Disc jockeys make no sounds
Disc jockeys…
In its small red toolbox
Pirate station becomes a condition of all possible sounds
So that everything is a song
And there is no commercial interruption
And no fund raising drives
Disc jockeys…
And all the disc jockeys gather around
And speak of their uncertainty about the pirate station
If this is true, I thought then, what will I think
Will I stay but rather I would get away
I’m scared that I won’t find a thing
And afraid that I’ll turn out to be alone, but I…
I have to learn, have to try, have to trust I have to cry
Have to see, have to know that I can be myself
And if I could I would stay
They’re not, not in my way, yeah
I’ll stare, in the distance
I’ll grow up to be just like you
Yeah
Yeah
And if I could I would stay
They’re not, not in my way, yeah
I’ll stare, in the distance
I’ll grow up to be just like you
Yeah
Disc jockeys…