We heard there was a secret chord
That David played and it pleased the Lord
And maybe once we knew the sound
But that was long ago and now
Now, all we hear is
Radio, what’s new?
Radio, someone still loves you
But why can’t you tell us what’s old?
What’s truer than a beat or the evening news?
It seems like we’ve all lost our muse
And I wonder how we’ll play
That secret chord
When we’ve forgotten how to pluck the strings
Of our own hearts
Italicized verses adapted or taken from:
“Hallelujah,” by Rufus Wainright
“Radio Ga-Ga,” by Queen