Lyrics A Ghost In The Radio - Frank Hermans

An old man sitting in his worn-out chair
Cracks in his soul, but he doesn't seem to care
Smokes a last cigarette, no rush to light it
Time don't count when you're done trying to fight it

Faded pictures in the corners of his mind
Flashes of the life he's gonna leave behind

And like the fading light of a late night show
He's just waiting for the end, to roll in slow

That floral couch looks stained with the years
His fingers twitch like they remember old cheers
The TV's broke, but who needs the noise?
When you talk in your head with your boys

The clock ticks and tacks, loud and still
There are no more dreams left to fulfill

He's done it all and simply has nowhere to go
He's just waiting for the end, to roll in slow

Once he had the fire, the punch, the spark
Now it's memories that are dancing in the dark
The echoes of laughter have faded away
And the silence gets louder with each passing day

The static hums like a ghost in the radio
To his ears it's like whispering stories from long ago

The years have slipped by like a river's flow
He's just waiting for the end, to roll in slow

The evening fades like a distant glow
He's just waiting for the end, to roll in slow

Now, the winds outside have ceased to blow
He was just waiting for the end, to roll in slow