Widows By The Radio Lyrics - Perry Blake

Drink to our demolished home 

Wher loss resides alone 

Like a widow by the radio 

Child, childhood is a place 

Where sorrow comes of age 

A widow by the radio 

Try to understand 

I couldn't hold your hand 

I couldn't even hold a gun 

Surely we could find 

A reason or a sign 

That everything's not gone for good 

Autumn whispers through the trees 

Cheap things to her and me 

But patience wears a uniform 

Nature take care of your sons 

I think they have become 

The Darlings of the universe 

Try to understand 

I couldn't hold your hand 

I couldn't even hold a gun 

Surely we could hide 

A reason or a sigh 

That everything is gone for good.