I was listening to late nite radio, it must have been about 3 am perusin up and down the dial, station fadin out fadin in When I picked up a station out of nowhere in some other time and place It cracked the fragile frequency and then drifted off into space. I was driving through the empty Arkansas night I had one hand on the dial when I heard Ray Charles singing, "Hit the road Jack" and I lingered there for a while Once song was over, it began to play again and again Like somewhere somehow long ago it got recorded by the wind It was magic on the airwaves After the business suits go home you never know what you might find listen in to the late nite radio As a kid I lay awake too late to the gentle sound 'n glow. And dream of far away places and endless black top roads It was the land of imagination and place full of possibilities Learned to believe in magic and that love was all you need Yeah you go siftin' through the static like a miner searching for gold You never know what you might find listen in to the late night radio Well they're talking to the truckers hauling head hogs across the night Playing 6 Days On The Road Big Joe and Phantom 309 Talking to the insomniacs about internets and global conspiracies They're talking Armageddon and new age philosophies Well it ain't like cable tv. Radio waves move like ghosts And once they have been broadcast seem like only God knows where they go And I can find you some conduit recognize the Borders of Cove When Christ comes back, I'll bet he'll do it on the late night radio There's no one listen anyway so almost anything goes You never know what you might find listen in to the late night radio You never know what you might find listen in to the late night radio