A weathered outlaw reflects on a lost friendship through the metaphor of abandoned radio frequencies and broken communication lines.
[Verse 1] Used to tune in every Sunday night Your voice crackling through the static haze Now I'm spinning dials on empty frequencies Searching channels from the better days That old CB radio's gathering dust Ten-four buddy, where'd you disappear [Chorus] Copper wire dreams and phantom calls I'm still listening but the line's gone dead Somewhere between the rise and fall We lost the signal, lost the thread Copper wire dreams, they rust and fade But I keep broadcasting just the same [Verse 2] Found your handle carved in truck stop wood "Lonesome Rider" right beside my own Twenty years of highway miles between us Now I'm talking to a dial tone Radio towers standing like tombstones Against this Oklahoma sky [Chorus] Copper wire dreams and phantom calls I'm still listening but the line's gone dead Somewhere between the rise and fall We lost the signal, lost the thread Copper wire dreams, they rust and fade But I keep broadcasting just the same [Bridge] Maybe you're out there on some distant wavelength Still got your ears on, waiting for my call [Outro] Copper wire dreams Still broadcasting Just the same
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