White bikes on the side of the road
Last night I heard a crash on 22
And you were never the same
Did you forget your name
as the pedals turned
and the road unspooled ahead?
Some days I still see your face
in the isles of the crosstown bus
It’s like something’s looking after us
I'm waiting, I'm waiting for you to come along again
(Turn the radio up or how will I ever know?)
Why am I still waiting for you to come around again?
(The radio's on, how do you turn it down?)
White bikes on the side of the road
Last night I had a dream about your house
It was nevеr the same
Since thеy threw out your bed
And changed the locks
And told everyone you were dead
You asked me to look for you
On the overpass near 22
I'm waiting, I'm waiting for you to come along again
(turn the radio up or how will I ever know?)
Why am I still waiting for you to come around again?
(The radio's on, how do you turn it down?)
Am I still waiting?
(Turn it up, turn it up, turn the radio up,
how do you turn it down?)
How do you turn it down?
How do you turn it down?
When the flowers burn in a purple shock
How do you turn it down?
How do you turn it down?
How do you turn it down?
When the neon sign comes on and you feel it
How do you turn it down?
How do you turn it down?
How do you turn it down?
When your friends are here and the music's on
How do you turn it down?
How do you turn it down?
How do you turn it down?
When your song is on
How do you turn it- (Turn it up, turn it up,
turn the radio up or how will I ever know?)
I'm waiting, I'm waiting for you to come along again
(Turn the radio up or how will I ever know?)
Why am I still waiting for you to come around again?
(Turn it up, turn it up,
turn the radio up or how will I ever know?)
Am I still waiting? (Turn it up, turn it up,
turn the radio up or how will I ever know?)