When I saw her standing there, with her bright
eyes and shining hair,

she was looking back at me.

Some are meant to sing, some are meant to talk
and some aren抰 meant to say a thing.

But when she opened up her mouth and that sweet
voice came out

I lost track of my own name.

Now she抯 found herself, and I lost mine

and I抦 just another guy who can抰 give her
anything.

Well the drifter, He holds on to his youth just
like it was money in the bank.

And 揕ord knows, I can抰 changesounds better
in the song

than it does with hell to pay.

I might as well of slipped that ring on your
finger from a window of a van

as it drove away.

Now she抯 found herself, and I lost mine

and I抦 just another guy who can抰 give her
anything.

Dreams are given to you when you抮e young enough
to dream them

before they can do you any harm.

They don抰 start to hurt, until you try to hold
on to them after seeing how they really are.

She used to dream them with me, every single
crazy one,

until they started hurting her too, now she抯
got some of her own

and outgrowing me, might be the best thing for
her she抯 ever done.

A light that shines as bright as hers can抰 be
kept in the shadows for too long.

A heart that wants to live and a soul that wants
to give

can抰 just sit at home alone.

Lord, she抯 give me everything and never wanted
anything I couldn抰 give.

Just what was inside of me.

And now she抯 found herself, and I lost mine

and I抦 just another guy who can抰 give her
anything.