dear radio sweet radio take me away to a much better place in my mind great britain don't write me too soon i'm doing just fine without you your smileless face has ruined my day for several weeks running this worthless place has sewn up my eyes and left me drowning so one more please dad and i are celebrating we're celebrating how we figured out england's not for us so radio keep humming our anthem loudly and we'll follow and find our solice in drinking these cobbled roads have bruised my feet the wind has burned my face it seems the alcohol has left me wondering why these books are stacking up amongst the shelf the bathroom smells of talcum powder and people here smile a little less these letters you write hcve seemed to collide into one giant piece of nostalgia that i hold close to my heart and i can't sleep with no heat and an open window and i can't breathe but i guess that's cause i don't want to fill these lungs with missing you save this breath for having a few pints alone in a restaurant in downtown carlisle in a room with no phone counting the minutes by counting the pages i've read on the steps of this hotel cursing those rainy days after all hopeful thoughts have left and gone back home to the states