it wouldn't last But it was fun, we had a blast, so beautiful, as I recall Where did it go? Say do you remember the 1st of December When we were riding on the back seat Turn the radio
years, oh, the early days. Yes, those early days, when I hung around, Followed you around, tryin' to catch the sound, Of your warm voice come through my radio
The last thing that I remember I think it was mid December I rolled out of bed to take on another day Of bills to pay Oh, I should have noticed the signs
?t take it, No, I don?t break down and cry Until the winter?s here, I?ll do alright [Chorus:] When I see the falling snow And the carols on the radio
agenda And render contenders dismembered, bend the fabric of time (what? what?) And put your soul in a blender You living a lie like thinking Jesus was born in December
dreams it never got this good. And you've made this a Christmas to remember Springtime feelings in the middle of December Change the radio and I'll
bruised and beaten Wake up from the floor that I've been sleeping Next to the radio that you broke Yeah, the hits just keep on coming Summer skies, alibi, December
in the music he wrote Those were the days I remember, we used to be close Then I was nine, coldest winter I remember Was slippin' in December, two feet
, down an old dirt road You've got your hand out the window, listenin' to the radio That's where I wanna be On an old park bench in the middle of December
Middle of December ain't the time to be alone It's just too close to Christmas and too far to go home Ran in to a friend of a friend standing in checkout
Is it that you're shining Is it your endgame talk You're like a suntan in November Or December in New York December in New York December in New
never got this good and You've made this a Christmas to remember Springtime feelin's in the middle of December Change the radio and I'll turn the
(Toby Keith) The middle of December ain't the time to be alone It's just too close to Christmas And too far to go home I ran in to a friend of a friend
and hope for his father. And She promised there would be better days to come. And he sat by the radio and cried angry tears one gray December day, when
it never got this good and You've made this a Christmas to remember Springtime feelin's in the middle of December Change the radio and I'll turn the
I think honesty is right, think lying is wrong Think Willie and Haggard wrote some awful good songs Think God rides around with the radio on In a ragged
seventeen The Bohemian poet and disciple of the streets Or was I just a little kid searching for identity in '63 Heard it on the radio on a cold December
cleaner Coming home from the union hall, he saw the fall, it's okay JP Sousa found a radio, a radio Sousa found a place to go, a radio in his head that