Radio waves through the air Can you hear me calling? Oh I've been dreaming Dreaming of a woman in white Hot summer night The art of make-believe The treasure behind closed doors The hunter behind the trees

Hit the lights Let the music move you Lose yourself tonight Let the moment take you Lose control tonight It's a mad, mad world It's a perfect world When you go all the way

She didn't care where we were going As long as we were going, wide open We put the gas to the floor Yeah, we hit it wide open Two-lane highway rolling With no one around, slowing us down Radio loud, had the speakers all blowing Feet on the dash with her

I, I love you like a love song, baby And I keep hitting re-peat-peat-peat-peat-peat-peat I, I love you like a (love song baby) love song, baby It's been said and done Every beautiful thought's been already sung And I guess right now here's another one So

Until we hit the ground and pass out Let it pour away I'll apologize for tonight, tomorrow morning We bring the women and the cars and the cards out And we can do this until we pass out So let it rain We won't come down Yeah, yeah we bring the stars out

I'm with that woop Fuck all that turn up the headphones shit But turn up my headphones anyway Huh? (Boom production) Turnt gangster Sir, bun up the main road Run up and stay low Turn up the radio Dirt, straight family

As the cafe was closing On a warm summer night And Cathy was cleaning the spoons The radio played the hit parade And I hummed a long with the tune She asked me to change the station Said the song just drove her insane But it weren't just the music playing

'Cause your love is my love And my love is your love It would take an eternity to break us And the chains of Amistad couldn't hold us If tomorrow is judgment day And I'm standing on the front line And the Lord asks me what I did with my life I will say I

They're not gonna happen Don't get any big ideas You paint yourself white And fill up with noise But there'll be something missing Now that you've found it, it's gone Now that you feel it, you don't You've gone off the rails So don't get any big ideas

At the baggage claim, you got a lot of luggage in your name It's all over the yard, in the trunk of the car When you hit the ground, check the lost and found Because it ain't my problem now I can't carry it on, I've got a lot of troubles of my own I have