If I waste ends
I'm not making rent
Who can afford this town?
With all the tickets left, no monthly pass
But signals I'm receiving
Convincing me to stay
'Cause I'm getting in tune
But only want one station
That station is you
But I get left to dry and to wait
And to wonder what you're playing
I got pulled down by short waves that carry your songs
The ones you play for everyone but me
And now the calls on your end
The unfavored audience
Inquiry to your frequency
But the signal is crystal clear that
I am not getting in tune
Don't want the other stations
It's annie's I'd choose
But I get left to dry and to wait
And to wonder what you're playing
Keep the volume up, so you can turn the dial back down
I might waste ends
And I might not make rent
But I can't afford to leave this town
Not while you're around
And your stations loud