Tekster: Broadway Calls. Good Views, Bad News. To The Sheets.

I set the bar way too high.
The standard is set that I won?t be reaching.
This fall, I?ll have all the answers.
The same chords fill my head,
and I can?t get around the words that she said,
?Make me smile, you won?t owe me anything?.

And she says ?Just relax?, but I just can?t breathe.
And I wanna crawl back between the sheets.
Where she laughs and I smile and say, ?Just remember this, you?re alright.
And I?ll be hanging around if you fall down tonight.?

I?m making advances in testing my mental limits.
In my dreams I?m a burden to nobody.

The same chords fill my head,
and I can?t get around the words that she said,
?Make me smile, you won?t owe me anything?.

I?m just a kid with a song in my head, with your face in my heart.
What could be better than this?