Bright Girl (Hey There)
Hey there, bright girl
Yeah, you know me
I’m the guy
Of not your dreams
You came out to drink
at this bar
but now you have to talk over
my guitar
Sorry if my songs
are too fuckin’ sad
I really don’t think things are
all that bad
(C) If you want, I could sing you a song
Where we fall in love and just get along
Or at least hold hands and stay up too late
To watch the night turn into the day (hold)
Hey there bright girl,
Yeah, I know you
You’re the one who could
Help me through
You look at people like
There’s something there
A kind of light of which
You’re never scared (I’m not aware)
Would you see it
if you looked at me?
Who would I be if
I was the me you’d see?
(C) Could I be someone who makes you smile?
Who you’d want to talk with for a little while?
Or am I just another of those parodies of
The sad bastard songwriter singing about love?
Hey there, bright girl
Well, you don’t know me
And I don’t know you
In all honesty
What I think you are, well,
it isn’t real
A perfect princess
Off a movie reel
And even if by chance
you really cared
expecting you to fix me, well,
it just isn’t fair
(C) But I’d like to know who you really are
So why don’t you and I get up and leave this bar?
And in a world so full of pain and night,
For a little while we could both be bright