Where Radio Is Different Than

I Wish Somebody Had Given Me The News That Ideas Don't Just Fall On Your Head Like Fairy Dust. You Have To Treat That Like A Job. You Have To Spend Hours Each Day, Where You're Just Like, 'this Is The Part Of The Day When I'm Looking For An Idea.'

Many Times I See You As A Portrait Of Torture.

You Just Have To Fight Your Way Through.

I Can Only Control What I Can Control.

You'd Think That Radio Was Around Long Enough That Someone Would Have Coined A Word For Staring Into Space.