God's Own Radio

Well, I met her Sunday morning, she said, "I thought you were dead"
 She was singing good and loud to the songs in her head
 She's got heaven in her pocket and it jangles with her change
 Down a pedestrian thoroughfare to God's own radio
 She said, "Nothing ever mattered 'cause nothing ever changes
 All the lies that you wrote are ripped from my pages
 I don't need you no more and I'll never look back
 'Cause I'm tuned in now to God's own radio"
 But there's a sound on the airwaves that's tripping the scene
 We got the number one song if you know what I mean
 From the back end of nowhere to Idaho
 Hey, look out, here we go, it's God's own radio
 Well, I can't abandon the thought that she's sinking
 I look in her eyes and I know what she's thinking
 She said, "Hey, you can't touch me, you ain't seen the light"
 Hell, you got that right, on God's own radio
 I only met her in the morning and by 10:15
 She was trying to turn me to the clean-living scene
 Well, I made my excuses, said I had to go
 She's got her own show on God's own radio
 But there's a sound on the airwaves that's tripping the scene
 We got the number one song if you know what I mean
 From the back end of nowhere to Idaho
 They don't play rock and roll on God's own radio
 But there's a sound on the airwaves that's tripping the scene
 We got the number one song if you know what I mean
 From the back end of nowhere to Idaho
 Hey, look out, here we go, it's God's own radio
 God's own radio
 It's God's own radio
 God's own radio
 Whoo-hoo
 Whoo-hoo
 God's own radio
 Whoo-hoo
 God's own radio, uh-huh
 Whoo-hoo
 Whoo-hoo