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
