ON THE RADIO
It’s just me sitting all alone by the telephone,
Then I heard our song – on the radio.
Brought back fond memories when we used to dance to the song – on the radio.
I can still see the blue lights as we dance through the night, by the song – on the radio.
I can still feel your body pressed against mine, with your hand on my side, as we dance to our song.
Memories of an awesome time, as we glide to our song.
I can still feel your cheek touching mine, as we groove to our song.
So, now it’s just me waiting by the phone, as the radio plays our song.
As the tears fill my eyes as I stop and think.
It’s just an old song being played – on the radio.
BY LENNY JAYNES