[Verse]
Static whispers on the line
I’m tuning in for something fine
A frequency I can’t define
[Prechorus]
Waves collide they break they fold
A story told in sounds of gold
[Chorus]
Independent radio calling me home
Where the songs don’t need a throne
Where the static feels like skin and bone
Independent radio
I’m never alone
[Verse 2]
Fingers spinning the old dial
Catching signals for a while
Lost but smiling all the while
[Prechorus]
Echoes hum they rise they fade
Every note a hand I’ve made
[Chorus]
Independent radio calling me home
Where the songs don’t need a throne
Where the static feels like skin and bone
Independent radio
I’m never alone
Independent Radio
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