Iu0027m hoping for
A song that will come to me when Iu0027m asleep
Because I canu0027t lie
And so I canu0027t 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 didnu0027t like
I sang a song that I didnu0027t like
And I was left in the long night
I hoped to God that I wouldnu0027t 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
Iu0027ve been burying my whole life
Beneath the lie that it looks like
Beneath the song that I didnu0027t write
Beneath the song that I didnu0027t write
I crawled into the spotlight
And in my state I was a sorry sight
I sing a song u0027til I get it right
I sing a song u0027til I get it right