Well, I met her Sunday morning She said, "I thought you were dead" She was singing good and loud To the songs in her head She's got heaven in her pocket And it jangles with her change Down a pedestrian thoroughfare To God's own radio She said, "Nothing ever mattered 'Cause nothing ever changes All the lies that you wrote Are ripped from my pages" I don't need you no more And I'll never look back 'Cause I'm tuned in now To God's own radio There's a sound on the airwaves That's tripping the scene We've got the number one song If you know what I mean From the back end of nowhere To Idaho Hey, look out here we go It's God's own radio Well, I can't abandon The thought that she's sinking I look in her eyes And I know what she's thinking She says, "Hey, you can't touch me You ain't seen the light" Hell, you got that right On God's own radio I only met her in the morning And by ten-fifteen She was trying to turn me To the clean–living scene Well, I made my excuses Said I had to go She's got her own show On God's own radio There's a sound on the airwaves That's tripping the scene We've got the number one song If you know what I mean From the back end of nowhere To Idaho They don't play rock and roll On God's own radio