He likes it best when there's no choice
he's got option anxiety
he prefers the simple things

until there's something better out there
he has a view but has no voice
the way that it's supposed to be

he's not afraid of anything
except whatever's looming out there


and why should he ever need to change?
he's got nowhere left to go, left to go


he loves the radio
it takes him out of his colorless dull white and flat black


there's a place he's dreaming of he can't imagine himself there
there will be a risk to take
he makes a calculated effort

it never comes to push and shove
retreat and disapproving glare
there's never been a choice to make

he knows he'd crack under the pressure

and why should he ever need to change?

he's got nowhere left to go, left to go

he loves the radio

it takes him out of his colorless dull white and flat black