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 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 of been an own 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 a silence I crawled into a 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 I try To recall a little white light To 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 a 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 I sing a song til I get it right I sing a song til I get it right I sing a song til I get it right