We still have limited stocks of the Heavy on the Beach t-shirt. It’s the must have fashion accessory for the Grand Tour fan!! This is a high quality black Gildan heavy t-shirt in sizes L/XL/XXL - and you can now order it here!
ships out within 3 days
1 – There’s the sound of life calling me from the radio,
Like a still small voice in the silence of the night.
Flying through the air from a distant place it speaks to me.
Filling me with hope that there’s someone else still free.
2 – So I scan the airwaves looking for a sign from the radio,
But there’s no one else searching for a friend.
Just that still small sound of life beyond this empty sea
Where no one else can listen in but me.
…and my hope builds up with every sound, on the radio.
3 – Then the sound of life faded from the radio
Crushed my heart and left me to my fate.
Cold as my soul lies the friend that was my radio
Smashed upon the rocks way down below.
….and all hope has gone as silence screams, on the radio.
4 – Now I’m running free in this empty place,
And the tears stream down my face.
Crying for the last hope gone,
Crying for my friend.
My radio was my last link
With anyone out there.
But it tricked me with a hopeful sound
A pain too much to bear.
My last chance has come and gone, the end is almost here
There’s no one riding in to save the last man left alive - I survived!
On this sandy waste dies out the master race;
Is this beach of deadly wind my final resting place?
I’m alone, all alone.
The voice no longer speaks
Of the hope that sang to me, on the radio.
5 - Down here, on the beach
The radio lies dead beside the sea.
And out there, out of reach
Was someone sending signals back to me.
But it turned out wrong, and everyone had gone
And left me on my own.
So I’m still here; I’m all alone
Waiting for the end…
…I’m out on the beach.
6 – Out there, in the sky
The airwaves bring no messages of cheer.
And out there, winds still sigh
But carry no more voices to my ear.
Why it all went wrong, and no one really won.
I’m left to wonder why.
As I sit here; all alone
Waiting for the end…
I’m out on the beach.
Coda – Did we miss the second coming?
Or was there nothing there at all?
And if our last chance has been blown
Then there’s nowhere else to be,
But out on the beach.