About The Song
Which do you prefer, to hear a piece of bad news or no news at all? Sometimes we’d rather hear the bad news because at least we know what happened rather than constantly thinking about something. When there’s no news, we keep on thinking, and we start to become anxious. We wonder all the time trying to look for answers that might not come. That is exactly what the narrator felt like in the song “No News.”
The Lonestar band released their single “No News” in 1996. In that song, the narrator said he was an understanding man. Therefore, he allows his lover to sort out whatever problem she has. He lets her find herself first. However, as he waits for her, he heard nothing. This then makes him worried and wonder where she is.
She could telephone, tell a friend
Tell a lie about where she’s been
Send a pigeon, send a fax
Write it on a postal pack
Send a signal up in smoke
Tap it out in morse code
I’d prefer a bad excuse
To no news
Lonestar was starting in their career as a country band in the early ’90s. When they released their second single, it hit the top of the US and Canadian Country chart, making this their first number one song. “No News” was one of the tracks from their first studio album Lonestar. The song was penned by Phil Barnhart, Sam Hogin, and Mark D. Sanders. The band received a lot of positive reviews for their hit single.
Aside from the mentioned song, there were four more singles from the album that have secured a spot on the chart. “Tequila Talkin’” was the first single that was released by the band, and it placed at number eight. Other songs were “Runnin’ Away with My Heart,” “When Cowboys Didn’t Dance,” and “Heartbroke Every Day.”
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Lyrics
She said, “It’s just a woman thing”
And pulled out of the drive
And I said not to worry
I’m an understanding guyI heard that when you love someone
You gotta let ’em go
She hollered, “When I find myself
You’ll be the first to know”
Ooo hooo no newsI learned to do the laundry
Feed the cat and clean the house
I promised to be patient
While she worked her problems outWhen she packed her bags
Her destination was unclear
But I sensed that her intentions
Were honest and sincere
Ooo hooo no newsShe could telephone, tell a friend
Tell a lie about where she’s been
Send a pigeon, send a fax
Write it on a post-it pad
Send a signal up in smoke
Tap it out in Morse code
I’d prefer a bad excuse to no newsHer momma’s been a little vague
As to her whereabouts
Her sister says, “I’m certain
Your romance is headed south”I don’t have a single doubt
That she’s still in love
My level of anxiety
Is just a product of
Ooo hooo no newsShe could telephone, tell a friend
Tell a lie about where she’s been
Send a pigeon, send a fax
Write it on a post-it pad
Send a signal up in smoke
Tap it out in Morse code
I’d prefer a bad excuseShe missed her bus, missed her plane
Surely, this can be explained
Lost her car at the mall
Got locked in a bathroom stall
Playing guitar with the band
On the road with pearl jamBuried with the grateful dead
Came back as a parrot head
Got derailed, got de-iced
Offered as a sacrifice
FBI, CIA, if they’ve seen her
They ain’t saying
No news! Still no news!