Broken Radio Sunday
by Bill Leyden
About this track
He’s not searching for a station anymore — just letting the static talk. The rain, the preacher, the ghost of Merle all blend together into something that feels like truth. Broken Radio Sunday is that quiet kind of confession where the heart finally hums in tune, even if the signal never clears. lyrics Static on my dial, hum of the fan, Coffee gone cold in my hand. Rain on the tin roof soundin’ fine, To a preacher’s voice half outta line. He’s cryin’ “HEAL!”, I’m half awake, The signal fades and hearts still break. Guess it’s just another Sunday — Broken radio, same old ache. [Chorus] It’s a broken radio Sunday, Where the songs all sound half-true. Every word a little lonely, Like it’s missin’ someone too. The station fades to silence, Then drifts back through the gray. Yeah, it’s a broken radio Sunday — And I can’t change the day. [Verse 2] That same old speaker used to play Your laugh through static on the way. We’d hum along to Patsy Cline, Pretend the words were yours and mine. Now it’s just me and a window view, Waitin’ on a Merle tune. Guess maybe all that noise and rust Is just what truth comes through. [Bridge] Seems like love’s like AM thunder, Fadin’ in from far away. You don’t catch every sentence, But you feel what they meant to say. [Final Chorus] It’s a broken radio Sunday, Where the songs all sound half-true. Every word a little lonely, Like it’s missin’ someone too. The signal fades to static, But I still let it play. Yeah, it’s a broken radio Sunday — And I like it that way. [Tag] Yeah, I still let it play — Broken radio Sunday.