Late Night Radio

Under his pillow whisper low
 They creep in through his radio
 That long-distance howling at the moon
 Wille Stargel at the bat
 Some freak singing about his Siamese cat
 "Ask the Pastor" sowing through his dreams
 Hey girl, wanna touch my soul?
 Do you listen to late night radio?
 Come away with me
 He likes the way it eats the miles
 The way it pulls you, like a child
 Holds your hand
 Briefly lifts the veil
 The way the music curls like smoke
 Where the mildly sane and the madmen float
 The hum of night, the freedom in the air
 Hey love, can I reach your soul?
 Do you listen to late night radio?
 Come away with me
 Under his pillow whisper low
 They creep in through his radio
 All that distance filling up the room
 Firmly locked in the long grey middle
 He reaches out and starts to fiddle
 Just to hear them howling at the moon
 Hey babe, do you doubt my soul?
 But I listen to late night radio
 Come away with me