This motel room is home tonight, for me and my guitar Outside a lonely neon light shines like a broken star The walls are thin, I hear a man say, “babe, we’re in too deep” Sometimes my life is like a song I’ve written in my sleep Maybe I’m going nowhere Maybe there’s nowhere to go Maybe I don’t know anything Except what I already know I don’t wanna own the world I don’t wanna change the times I don’t wanna hate the one I love For all his petty crimes I don’t wanna die when I am young Or live a day too long I just wanna serenade you tonight And be the singer of my song You say the bar’s half empty, I say that it’s half full In here I cannot see the moon, but I can feel its pull To live the life romantic was a foolish childhood prayer But everyone’s a fool for love, when music’s in the air Maybe I’ll get to heaven Maybe it’s my next show Maybe I won’t get anywhere Except for where I want to go I don’t wanna own the world I don’t wanna change the times I don’t wanna hate the one I love For all his petty crimes I don’t wanna die when I am young Or live a day too long I just wanna serenade you tonight And be the singer of my song The boy came for the maiden at the edge of the sea At Scarborough Fair he’d wait patiently For his one true love was meeting him there But she never made it to Scarborough Fair Beguiled by a minstrel, who stole her away With a voice like an angel, he led her astray And still there’s a boy who returns every year To wait for his true love at Scarborough Fair And he sings… I don’t wanna own the world I don’t wanna change the times I don’t wanna hate the girl I love For all her petty crimes I don’t wanna die when I am young Or live a day too long I just wanna serenade you tonight And be the singer of my songTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
