I Could Be The One
His fingers pick at guitar strings,
Playing a song he wrote in 8th grade
About a girl he used to think was cute
I bet he doesn't even remember her name
Silly words of a school boy crush,
That ring untrue
You don't know, though, how I hang onto every word
Just to understand what was going through your head
Everyday, I watch him play
Watch him try to write the perfect song
And I just keep on wishing, hoping, praying,
That today it'll be about me.
Oh, how I love to watch you work
How I love it when you smile
How I love to hear you sing
But how I loathe the songs you write
There's one about Janet, your high school sweetheart
There's one about April, the love of your life
There are some about Mimi, your current disaster
There's even one about Maureen, the drama-queen nightmare
But not one for me,
Not a single lyric
Not a ballad, not a hymn,
Nothing for Mark Cohen
You want one song glory,
Something to be remembered by
Could you take the time to see
That that song could be for me?
I could be the one for you
I could be the one you choose
I could be the song,
Who's been right here all along
I've seen more then any of them,
I know what makes you tick
I've seen you at your best and worst
And I'm still the only one who's seen you cry
As I sit here, isolated,
Alone with my camera and scraps of film
Would you look in my direction
And try to pay attention?
Let me be the one for you,
Let me be the one you choose
Let me be the song;
I've been right here all along