There's a story about us on the radio.
I hear it blare everywhere I go.
Or is it in my imagination

That catchy sad song on every station?
Is it only my own pain in heavy rotation?


Who made our sorrow sound so sweet
Hooking my heart animating my feet
Turning sleepless night to endorphin burst

Spinning all the best feelings out of the worst?

I'm dancing to the soundtrack of my grief

Spilling out tears of relief
Remembering you with joy
Thanks to this honey-voiced boy--

Or is it a she redeeming me?

Falling in love felt more like rising.

The future looked so tantalizing.
Falling out again was bitterly surprising;
It had seemed like a one-way climb.


But even a hit song has to slip back down the charts
Having soothed it's share of shattered hearts.

We endure the stops so we can embrace the starts
Highs and lows smoothed out by time--
Cruel merciful time.


There's a story about us on the radio
Who arranged or produced or wrote or mixed it I don't know.

I guess I like to pretend it came from me
That I made something beautiful out of our misery.


I'm dancing kinda slow and kinda fast
Savoring and burying my past
Closing my eyes to take in the view

That this singer has opened of me and you.
He or she is redeeming me
With a story about us.