Transistor Radio

Listen to the sounds of her broken heart
Flowing from the transistor radio
This little device fits the palm of her hand
Built to take anywhere she wants to go

She searches for signal with a swift flick of the dial
Living in an age of technological advances
Is this little simple pleasure that always makes he smile
And now it's made me smile...

Seems like she only gets am turning out these dated songs
But carly simon's always been a guilty pleasure
So i start to hum along
And for a second i start to feel ashamed

I remember verses one and two of
"you're so vain" i look around to see if anybody's watching
And then start to laugh from the thought
You could write it off as nostalgia, outdated, kitchy cool novelty
It's not the same

Can't you hear that tone that's pissed off and alone that aims square for
The jugular vein? i really love these moments that are quirky and absurd
As i sit here watching her mouthing all the words
Within the range of radio frequencies
A song is played that's meant for you and me

Listen to the sounds of her broken heart flowing from the transistor radio
Listen to the sounds of the transistor radio