i’m hoping for a song that will come to me when i’m asleep because i can’t lie and so i can’t write
eyes in the dark and it occurred to me that i have spent my whole life starting over
caught pining for the things that i could have been i could have been a gold digger i could have been a gunslinger i could have been a little bigger i could have been my own ringer i could have been a pop singer i could have been a pop singer i could have been a pop singer
but what i am is the silence
i crawled into the spotlight cleared my throat and i closed my eyes i sang a song that i didn’t like i sang a song that i didn’t like and i was left in the long night i hoped to god that i wouldn’t die before i gave it an honest try now i try and i try and try to recall a little white light put me back into my right mind i dig a hole and see what i can find i dig a hole and see what i can find i’ve been burying my whole life beneath the lie that it looks like beneath the song that i didn’t write beneath the song that i didn’t write
i crawled into the spotlight and in my state i was a sorry sight i sing a song ’til i get it right i sing a song ’til i get it right