Giorgio Moroder & Joe Pizzulo - Radar Radio

I was working in the flight line
Taking nothing home for hours and days

Always walking on a fine line
Never falling off, just pushing away

Until i saw you walk across a crowded room alone
Maybe sometimes i assume
Somehow it seems that time is slowly slipping away again
Leaving me without a trace

I keep looking at the radar, listening to the radio
I am caught up in a fire fight
Needing know which way to go
They all say that i am living on a wing and a prayer
Lost over the horizon but i don't care
I'm looking at the radar, listening to the radio

I was standing in the fine line, watching as the seconds turned hours to days

Still walking on the fine line
Never falling off, just making my way

Until i saw you walk across a crowded room alone
Maybe sometimes i assume
Somehow it seems that time is slowly slipping away again
Leaving me without a trace

I keep looking at the radar, listening to the radio
I am caught up in a fire fight
Needing know which way to go
They all say that i am living on a wing and a prayer
Lost over the horizon but i don't care
I'm looking at the radar, listening to the radio