Mad dog is walking home
Drunk out of his hands.
His feet: a rhythym he can hum along
His face: a map of the land

Don't bother flipping that song
He knows his way and leaves to his roads
Tries to hammer out his favorite song
The only way of leaving: his bones

[Chorus]
Please come by me
But now, they're coming back
Raised by the Ra-di-o
Now, they're coming all the way back

Got a camera with a flashboat
She pulls it out when everyone's high
If you're flipping through a chronochrome
It seems like he was always good times

Knocked up, pouring shots at the daily pint
She's alone, she's surrounded
Slides an extra one to mad dog
Knows his story, it's a sad one

[Chorus]
Please come by me
But now, they're coming back
Raised by the Ra-di-o
Now, they're coming all the way back

People rise and people peak and people winding down
People see you they won't leave they've got you figured out
When you're golden when you're creaking with your tired eyes
When you see the life worth leaving something behind

He's got an old-timey radio
He's always looking down on high fives
Wants a fedora and a wide lapel
Wishes he was alive when they were in style

Barely old enough to hit the bars,
But the kids looking confident.
Sarah blinds him for a photograph,
Says it's a window for us to look back.

Please come by me
But now, they're coming back
Raised by the Ra-di-o
Now, they're coming back

Please come by me
But now, they're coming back
Raised by the Ra-di-o
Now, they're coming all the way back


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