He drove on through the night, Past the flashing neon signs, Time to get a clear sight, Of a love that’s hard to find, But any love he felt inside, She tore it from his heart, And now he fights against the tide, A loser from the start. Now as the rain falls, And the miles tumble by, She cursed all his shortfalls, And he had no reply, The assassinations of his life Left him bleeding left to die, Her words cut like a knife, There’s no tears left to cry.
But on the radio tonight... The music fills his heart Putting back the all pieces Of a broken heart He can feel it in the wind Clearing his sight Like a Multitude of Angels Heal his soul tonight…
And as the concrete edifice Rise in front of him The sweet smell of the city, Calls and draws him in She takes his hand, She leads him down to feed The devil in him tonight Is this some kind of sanctuary That he hopes to find
But on the radio tonight The music fills his heart Putting back the all pieces Of a broken Heart He can feel it in the wind Clearing his sight Like a Multitude of Angels Heal his soul tonight…
But now at the crossroads, Which way does he turn But now with hind sight He has so much left to learn But the constant change, The rising fear, no tears left to cry So confused with nowhere to turn, Just leave me here to die.
But on the radio tonight The music fills his heart Putting back the all pieces Of a broken Heart He can feel it in the wind Clearing his sight Like a Multitude of Angels Heal his soul tonight…