Pat Wictor

Late night driving through the rain, alone with just my thoughts again
Try to stay awake and then, I'm reaching for the dial
A station no one's ever heard, an echo of a dream with words
sounds become a blur, I listen for a while

Guitars pick and fiddles cry
Under a blind and starless night
Lady day sings lullabies
An image of you turns in my mind, so slow
Ghost radio

I watch the road, watch the lines, your voice echoes inside my mind
Like memories from another life, they ebb and they flow
Almost can remember when we'd drive out to Lovers' Bend
Then I'd bring you home again, we'd linger in the car, nice and slow

Can you hear the saxophone cry
Skin to skin and side to side
Lady day sings lullabies
And the last time I saw you seems so long ago
Ghost radio

A whisper in my head coming in from who knows where
When the songs are over you just fade into thin air
Ghost radio
Ghost radio

Time stands still, the hour is late
Rains come down and I meditate
On the long list of my mistakes
That left me here, driving all alone

Gospel choirs harmonize
Smoke curls up into the sky
Lady Day sings lullabies
And the angels whisper, "You reap what you sow"
Ghost radio

A whisper in my head coming in from who knows where
When the songs are over you just fade into thin air
Ghost radio
Ghost radio