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