Broadcast from My Bedroom

They closed down the cinemas in Germany And boarded up classrooms in Rome America's eyes on their TVs And factory workers went home They locked all the doors to the shopping malls And emptied the galleries too There isn't a soul on the dance floor but I'll send some sound waves to you So, here's a broadcast from my bedroom A lighthouse to run you aground And I'll sing it out on this ship if it goes down Because, boys and girls, it feels like the end of the world The seats are abandoned in Parliament And courtrooms have all been adjourned Governments ordered we barricade borders Now holidays are for the birds And what if this could catch a satellite? Maybe it won't but it might Some thing up above that can answer you That can still hear a prayer or two So, here's a broadcast from my bedroom A lighthouse to run you aground And I'll sing it out on this ship if it goes down Because, boys and girls, it feels like the end of the world Skylines of great cities just aren't the same The lights over Broadway went out The money flew clean out of Wall Street Now New York's a one-horse town So, here's one last show from my radio Just keep your feet on the ground And I'll play it loud in the streets of this ghost town So, boys and girls, you don't fall off the edge of the world