Lyric

[Verse 1]
In a corner of Burkland Elementary, a place we all called home,
Room 40 held the magic, where the airwaves freely roamed.
July 13, '84, the sign went up with pride,
W.R.M.Z. Channel 13, our voices amplified.

[Pre-Chorus]
Spinning tracks from 'Always Not Home,' a soundtrack to our youth,
Every song a memory, every note a truth.

[Chorus]
W.R.M.Z., you carried dreams across the air,
In Middleboro's heart, a station rare.
W.R.M.Z. Channel 13, where the stories lived, the music played,
A beacon in the halls that never fades.

[Verse 2]
From morning's first bell to the afternoon's last call,
We tuned the dial, felt the magic in the hall.
A little station with a big, big sound,
Echoes of our laughter, the friendships found.

[Pre-Chorus]
With every chord and chorus, the school came alive,
W.R.M.Z.’s spirit made us thrive.

[Chorus]
W.R.M.Z., you carried dreams across the air,
In Middleboro's heart, a station rare.
W.R.M.Z. Channel 13, where the stories lived, the music played,
A beacon in the halls that never fades.

[Bridge]
Years have flown, but the memories stay,
Of that little room where we used to play.
Radio waves and TV beams,
Forever caught inside our dreams.

[Outro]
W.R.M.Z. Channel 13, you’ll always be,
Part of our past, our history.
A wave of sound, a gentle tone,
Forever our broadcast, never alone.