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 sh** 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 sh** Well, look at me, just look at me now