Radio’s alive with little voicesnCalling out across the afternoonnNothing else to donBut listen to the lonely heartsnIn every living roomnI hang on every wordnThe guru’s on the airnHe cuts them downnwhen they come too closenHe’s such a gracious hostnnHe’s out of this worldnSpilling his soulnBleeding all over my radionThey’re out of this worldnTelling their talesnBleeding all over my radionnJust getting through the daynConversations rolling onnThere’s nothing much to saynTalking suicidenSomeone’s ringing upnTo share their painnTurn the volume downnLet’s spread the grief aroundnnThey’re out of this worldnSpilling their soulsnBleeding all over my radionThey’re out of this worldnTelling their talesnbleeding all over my radionnMy invisible friendsnAre riding with menOut of this worldnnThey get me every timenTuning innAnd turning onnhanging in the breezenThere’s one in every crowdnWho loves to play the foolnFor bleeding heartsnHe sounds like menThat personalitynnHe’s out of this worldnSpilling his soulnBleeding all over my radionThey’re out of this worldnTelling their talesnBleeding all over my radionMy invisible friendsnThey’re telling their talesnAll over my radio