Turn It Up - Robert Plant

The mist, the rain, the mud

Somewhere east of Tunica

I’m close to giving up

The car goes round in circles

The road remains the same

For help and consolation

I’ll turn it on again

Turn it up

Turn it up

Alone with disconnection

And not a lonesome word

I reach out to the radio

And the clinically disturbed

«Give it up,"the man says

Surrender and be saved

He’ll drive away your demons

His help is on the way

Turn it up

Oh turn it up!

Ahhhhh, ahhhhh…

I’m lost inside America

I’m turning inside out

I’m turning into someone else

I heard so much about

I’m blinded by the neon

The righteous and the might

I’m stuck inside the radio

Turn it on and let me out

A touch of serendipity

A little stroke of luck

The radio inside this car

Brings guidance from above

The smallest contribution

Will keep me in safe hands

I’m calling 1−800

I ain’t leaving it to chance

Turn it up

Turn it up

Ahhhhh, ahhhhh…