I'm hoping for a song that will come to me while I'm asleep Cause I can't lie So I can't write
Eyes in the dark And it has occurred to me that I have spent my whole life Starting over, oh oh
Cry, pining for The things that I could have been, could have been I could have been a gold digger I could have been a gun slinger I could have been a little bigger I could of been an old ringer
I could've been a pop singer I could've been a pop singer I could've been a pop singer But what I am is in silence
