A cold night when i was young,
I made a wish that i'd be on the radio,
But you said let it go,

Tongue-tied and awkward silent but inside i screamed,
They'd hear me on the radio i couldn't let it go.


You, you thought that i would break,
That i would hesitate well look at me now,
You, you swore that i would crash,

That i would never last just look at me now.

Radio, on the radio late night, winter,

Chicago ten years and still i listen to the radio,
And then it starts to snow,
The station's frequencies,

My wild dream achieved,
Finally they start the show i'm on the radio.


You, you talked a lot of %#@!,
And told us all to quit well look at me now,
You, you said i'd never sing,

But i know you're listening just look at me now.

You thought that i would break,

You swore that i would crash,
You spit a lot of %#@!,
Well look at me just look at me now