Radio by Plow United Lyrics

What's a station? What's a DJ?
The fascination with these tools of yesterday?
The older that I get, the more that I wonder...will there be an order? And how does order sound?

Punk rock alchemy: Tape to binary
With just a touch, it's on its way out
There...anywhere, everywhere, for all to share

Who reels it in? Who brings it home?
One last encore rings out in the cold
Scratch my head in wonder again
Because it sure appears to be that radio is dead