Atomic Radio

To all of you hiding underground from the desert heat

To all of you sleeping underground on a slab of concrete

Do you remember coming home to a warm bed of your own?

To all of you hiding in the mountains where the air is thin

To all of you hiding in the mountains away from the boiling sea

Do you remember coming home to a warm cup of cocoa?

To all of you who fled from the city to run away from your blues

To all of you who fled from the city to start someplace new

Do you remember the trees gently waving in the breeze

Do you remember?