Copyright - Seven Lyrics
May you smile upon this bandMay your miles beguile the landCross every dial and bandWhen I was young, I lay in bedAnd hummed a song, and shook my headAs I grew old, the world was coldThe radio was my only friendIn the California night, there is a chopper overheadLike a deer caught in the light, I can't help but look aheadAnd I'm wondering when it's going to stopAnd I'm hoping I won't burn upA drop in the oceanHow you turn me on but I won't belongCome on, turn me on, I'm playing your favorite songPolice are everywhere, they keep it peaceful thereFor bankers in cars, it's lonely as MarsThey're buying the air, they're making the stars shine brightLike a deer caught in the light, I can't help but look aheadLike a hummingbird in flight, I'm going nowhere, as I beat with all my mightThe radioIn this California night, I can't help but look ahead
