on the radio

i think of patti griffin sometimes while I watch the sky
her voice it seems fits the scene, but I don't know why

i think of ani on tuesdays when the clouds are thick
i think of ani sometimes, when I'm feeling sort of sick
I don't know why it fits my mood, i'm sure she's nice and I feel sort of rude
to think her with clouds

i think of barry manilow sometimes late at night
his voice all filled with longing, it seems to fit just right

i think of frank when I'm drivnig home
i think of frank when I'm all alone
I don't know why that fits my dreams, but it always does it seems
to think of him that way

i think of you and I start to cry, sometimes when I watch the sky
I think of you and I don't want to die
someday.