As I look around
With my windows down
And the sunlight on my face
There's a kid on wheels
With a dog at his heels
Who's not going anyplace
And a girl in a dress
With her hair in a mess
And the glasses just for show
But it don't mean a thing
'Cause it's not on my radio
At the freeway turn
I've got time to burn
And nowhere I should be
But a voice in my head
Says you're better off dead
If your time is never free
So the road is a blur
And I'm not really sure
Which direction I should go
But it don't mean a thing
'Cause it's not on my radio
Tori, I love your voice
When it whispers in my ears
Ivories and careful choice
Music and madness
Confidence and fear
Tori, you hypnotize
When you let your demons out
If I try I hear your eyes
Music and madness
Certainty and doubt
Now the dog wants to go
And the boy is in tow
And he can't control his wheels
Now the dangerous girl's
In her own little world
But she can't tell what she feels
Will she ask me to dance?
Will she give me a chance?
Do I really want to know?
No, it don't mean a thing
If it's not on my radio