and by the light of the desk lamp
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i sat alone with my paper and crayons
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trying to draw the things i saw in my head
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and by the sound of the crickets
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through windows of darkness
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i tried to fit the moon in my mouth
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in my mouth...
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sometimes when i'm alone
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and out of view of my own
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i pretend i'm someone else
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taking a look at myself
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and i wonder what i'll think then
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and i hope i'll be ok
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and i finally reach the day
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when everybody sings my song
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when everybody sings my song
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when i show you my soul
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by the skin of my teeth
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i got a break around seventeen
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and suddenly everyones acting so differently to me
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and by the bus i call my home
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i've seen more miles then i'll ever know
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trying to be some kind of rock and roll hero
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rock and roll hero...
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sometimes when i'm alone
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and out of view of my own
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i pretend i'm someone else
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taking a look at myself
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and i know i'm still thinking
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and i know i feel ok
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now that i've reached the day
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and everybody's singing my song
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and everybody's singing my song
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and i show you my soul
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and by the clock i live
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thought i had so much more to give
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it all came to an end somehow
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but i made it the best i can
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even became a family man
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with nothing but gold records on my wall
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on my wall
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they're on my wall...
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sometimes when i'm alone
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and out of view of my own
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i pretend i'm someone else
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take a look back at myself
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and i wonder what i was thinking
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and i although it turned out
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i will always miss the day
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when everybody sang my song
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when everybody sang my song
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when i showed you my soul
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Rock & Roll Hero
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Caroline's Spine |