A cold night when I was young
I made a wish that I’d be on the radio
But you said let it go

Tongue-tied and awkward silent
But inside I screamed they’d hear me on the radio
I couldn’t let it go

You, you thought that I would break
That I would hesitate
Well look at me now

Radio, on the radio
Late night, winter, Chicago
Ten years and I still listen to the radio
And then it starts to snow

The station’s frequencies
My wild dream achieved
Finally they start the show
I’m on the radio

You, you talked a lot of shit
And told us all to quit
Well look at me now

You, you said I’d never sing
But I know you’re listening
Just look at me now

You thought that I would break
You swore that I would crash
You spit a lot of shit
Well look at me now
Just look at me now