You spin the stereo sound
And I'll pick up your fallen crown
Can't wait to hear it played loud
That's when I'll make you proud
Until then

Aren't we just a couple of FM kids
Who built castles upon our radios?

I'm made of the grooves you've scratched
The feeble melody upon miles of tape
To little my scuffed soul could attach
And now I reach for you as my escape

You and I, we belted the words in unison
Somehow we couldn't hear the other
As we made ammunition of the percussion
Blasting our pain from undercover
Maybe just this once I'll take the lead...

They said you couldn't see it
Told me I didn't get it
But the music--we believed it
Right from the start, you never fretted
And so it goes--

Aren't we just a couple of FM kids
Building castles upon our radios?

You exist in R&B/soul
And I in classic rock n' roll
Different timbres raised us whole
We are Boyz II Men and Billy Joel
Or simply

Just a couple of FM kids who were born
To build castles upon our radios.

© Jaz Rogers