The Singer

She loved the singerShe loved the way he stood on stage and just poured out his heart and soulShe loved the dreamerThe way the lights would hit his eyesAnd shine just like a record made of goldShe couldn't count the times she stayed up all night scared to death and prayinWonderin if he'd ever make it homeShe loved the singerShe just couldn't live the song.She loved the heroEven more than that she loved the man without the mask when no one was aroundShe let him lean onHer lovin arms when he would callHe'd fall she'd pick him up off of the groundAnd in her dreams the face she see's ain't the one taken with her cameraIt's the one after the mask is taken offShe loved the singer, she just couldn't live the song.Trying to hold him is like trying to hold a flameBut she was always just one of a million screaming his nameShe loved the poetWords straight from his heartTear you apart then start To make you fall right back in loveAnd every day the radio plays one familiarThen hits her just a little too strongShe loved the singerShe just couldn't live the songTrying to hold him is like trying to hold a flameShe was always just one of a million screaming his nameScreaming his nameShe loved the singerMan, she loved the dreamerShe loved the singerShe just couldn't live the song