The Song Lyrics

Late nights I find myself in a chair with no one there

Trying to find some hope, I write it into a poem

People come and people go, the glass is tinted so I don't know

How is that life fair? A life lived unaware

Come and see the people say, the man who sold his life for fame

Little do they know, I'm at the end of my rope

If you'd like to see a show, you'll find him playing at the bone

A bar where people go, yeah little do they know

I've spent late nights in the studio crying

I've been waiting on you, I've been waiting on you

In light of the way you move me

I've been thinking about you, I've been thinking about you

Maybe I must move away, cross the ocean to a bay

Where I've got some hope, I continue writing home

If you know the price I pay, pay it forward either way

Hope you know I care, that I'm always there

Oh no don't you worry, I'm not a scared little boy no more

Always in a hurry, just to find there's nothing more

Late nights in the studio crying

I've been waiting on you, I've been waiting on you

In light of the way you move me

I've been thinking about you, I've been thinking about you

And then I feel