If I waste ends I'm not making rent Who can afford this town? With all the tickets left, no monthly pa** But signals I'm receiving Convincing me to stay 'Cause I'm getting in tune But only want one station That station is you But I get left to dry and to wait And to wonder what you're playing I got pulled down by short waves that carry your songs The ones you play for everyone but me And now the calls on your end The unfavored audience Inquiry to your frequency But the signal is crystal clear that... I am not getting in tune Don't want the other stations It's Annie's I'd choose But I get left to dry and to wait And to wonder what you're playing Keep the volume up, so you can turn the dial back down I might waste ends And I might not make rent But I can't afford to leave this town Not while you're around And your stations loud