I was a dreamer before you went and let me down.

Dreaming ‘bout the day when you wake up and find that what you’re looking for has been here the whole time.

Take a look at her and do you like what you see? Or do you wish it was me.

I’m only up when you’re not down, don’t wanna fly if you’re still on the ground.

We were both young when I first saw you. I close my eyes, and the flashback starts.

I’ve heard every album, listened to the radio, waited for something to come along that was as good as Our Song.

There is a video I found from back when I was three…