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