Megan Winsor — Radio

I grow old with the radio Wondering how and which way this world became my foe I wish I told you a month ago How I love you so much but now you’ll never know That I contemplate If my words have lost their weight or if My time is all to blame blinded by the gold I live with my radio driving 100 mph and all I see is road I grow old with the radio I grow old I’m growing old, I’m growing old And I wish, I wish I told you, I wish I told you That I loved you so much, I loved you so much, I loved you so much But all I see is, all I see is road All I see is road, all I see is road, all I see, all I see, all I see is road