The Night Show

I keep one hand on the wheel
 The other on the dial
 The music keeps me company
 For a little while
 Then the air is filled with voices
 Every story's just the same
 Lost and living with their choices
 I thought I heard my name
 Another caller on the night show
 Fighting the static down a dark road
 I know how hard it is to let go
 But it's fading out
 Yes, it's fading out
 Portland, Maine, you're on the air
 The lines are lighting up
 Hello Phoenix, are you there?
 Welcome to the club
 The sad parade of faded glory
 Would bore me every time
 Now there's part of every story
 That's way too close to mine
 It was you, I know it
 A word or two came in clear
 It was you, I know it