you send who you are
on an elvis postcard,
and i like the way you write your r`s
on my little dreams....
don`t know what to say
that`ll make you want to stay
that voice is clear as day
so close,
if it wasn`t so far away....
can`t you see
what you are doing to me?
how long can i wait?
call it chance or call it fate
but something in the lights,
i felt calling me here,
calling me here....
mister big shot man
decices to call his star-struck fan
he`s so nice, and he`s such an asshole
all at once....
isn`t being a rock star fun?
can`t you see what this is doing to me?
well don`t mind me,
i`m just your nobody,
nobody....