Radio

The clowns are running the circus
 The show is run of the mill
 They've picked all the berries that grew on blueberry hill
 The shameless and the appalling
 Have sunk things to a new low
 What has become of the world that we used to know
 Did I dream it
 What I mean is, I could've swore it had a soul
 I could hear it, sat right near it
 Back when my whole world was the radio
 Time was when people could move you
 With just a voice and a song
 I wish all those hacks would go back to where they belong
 The daydream had to make way for
 The nightmare that was to be
 Where grace and beauty are hung and buried at sea
 Did I dream it
 What I mean is, I could've swore it had a soul
 I could hear it, sat right near it
 Back when my whole world was the radio
 Even though the writing's on the wall
 It's through rose-coloured glasses I recall
 That golden age
 I'm beholden everyday...
 Did I dream it
 What I mean is, I could've swore it had a soul
 I could hear it, sat right near it
 Back when my whole world was the radio
 The clowns are running the circus
 The show is run of the mill
 They've picked all the berries that grew on blueberry hill