Transistor Radio

Listen to the sounds of her broken heart
 Flowing from the transistor radio
 This little device fits the palm of her hand
 Built to take anywhere she wants to go
 She searches for signal with a swift flick of the dial
 Living in an age of technological advances
 Is this little simple pleasure that always makes he smile
 And now it's made me smile...
 Seems like she only gets am turning out these dated songs
 But Carly Simon's always been a guilty pleasure
 So I start to hum along
 And for a second I start to feel ashamed
 I remember verses one and two of
 "You're so vain" I look around to see if anybody's watching
 And then start to laugh from the thought
 You could write it off as nostalgia, outdated, kitchy cool novelty
 It's not the same
 Can't you hear that tone that's pissed off and alone that aims square for
 The jugular vein? I really love these moments that are quirky and absurd
 As I sit here watching her mouthing all the words
 Within the range of radio frequencies
 A song is played that's meant for you and me
 Listen to the sounds of her broken heart flowing from the transistor radio
 Listen to the sounds of the transistor radio