A song about love in the age of FM Radio - 1978
Just me (C) 2017
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A loose des_c_r_i_p_tion of a night I remember from my youth.
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Lyrics:
Lighting lit a purple sky, and thunder rolled behind
He counted seconds, three, four miles
Rented powder blue tuxedo, high school prom in mind
The boy hoped that the storm would quickly pass on by
As he drove to pick her up, he ran fantastic pictures in his mind
Would he be the same tomorrow, would he leave the boy he was behind
At the door her Father's grip was more than shaking hands
Had the older, wiser man divined the lover's plans
(Chorus)
To make love to the radio
Love to the radio
Love to the music of those days
Those Radio Days
Radio Days
At the prom the dancers hustled; disco, colored lights and careless laughter
Rum spiked punch in Dixie cups
Lovers felt that giddy rush that comes but once in love's first ever after
Leaving later, clinging closely, remnants in the air and streets of rain
Early storm had passed, brilliant stars mute witness as they drove away
They parked up in the hills outside of town
Tuned in summer music, moonlight all around
She smiled, shook her pretty head, and let her shining hair tumbe down
(Chorus)
And they made love to the radio
Love to the radio
Love to the music of those days
Those radio days
Radio days
Do you recall
I still recall
Those radio days, we had them one and all
Radio days, radio days.........
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