| Dm | C | |
| It's hard to remember days, | mornings lost in a chronic haze. |
| E7 | Am | |
| Breath is fast and the trains are slow | . I barely feel it though. |
| Dm | C | |
| All day long I fantasize; | in the dark, behind all the people's eyes, |
| E7 | Am | |
| And when they disappear, | words get lost in the atmosphere. |
| Dm | C | E7 | |
| The truth I tell, I tell the | truth. Sixteen on a summer | roof. |
| Am | |
| You ask for facts, well I'll give you | proof. (Here's the truth) |
| sung on 2nd repeat -^ |
| BRIDGE: |
| Dm | C | |
| Hot sun on skin, | that crimson dress too thin. |
| E7 | Am | |
| All winter up her woods | . I touched it, it felt good. |
| CHORUS: |
| F | G | C | G | |
| All I | want is my | radi | o |
| F | G | C | G | |
| All I | want is my | radi | o |
| VERSE 2: |
| Dm | C | |
| He speaks in a voice I know, | sounds like sand when the tide is low. |
| E7 | Am | |
| We kissed to that voice each night | bathed in bare reactor light. |
| Dm | C | |
| I cry when the morning comes. | Count my blessings and my phones. |
| E7 | Am | |
| Say "Thanks, God" for whatever comes and | quickly cross my fingers. |
| Dm | C | |
| All I want is a room somewhere | far away from the chemo air. |
| E7 | Am | |
| But | when I go, my radio will | play a melody that lingers. |
| CHORUS: |
| F | G | C | G | |
| All I | want is my | radi | o |
| F | G | C | G | |
| Station | ninety- | nine point | oh |
| F | G | C | G | |
| Tell the | DJ, | DJ keep it | slow |
| F | G | Am | |
| Like to | fade volume | low |
| VERSE 1 |
| CHORUS (repeat till fadeout) |