Verse 1

I keep a little radio behind my eyes

It plays when the house goes still at night

No wooden box, no silver wire

Just a tune that rises like a porch light

Verse 2

I heard it by the kitchen sink this morning

While the coffee cooled beside the bread

It carried every road I never traveled

And every careful word I left unsaid

Chorus

There’s a song inside me, low and slow

Like a freight train leaving town below

It knows the names I never write

It keeps me company through the longest night

If I lose my way, it pulls me home

That little song I carry on my own