I know I've been waiting for someone to save me from thoughts that go bump in my
head...
But lately I'm finding a general lull in the number of saviours whose hearts
aren't dead...
Now there's a lot of compassion expressed in conversation but style seems to
warrant the trade...
I know its not fashion that causes this reaction but somebody's got to take the
blame...
Oh...oh...oh... someone like yourself...
Oh, I'm sure I will grow to be a good man but for now I am still just a
boy...
And I still believe in the soul of purest rock and roll but I can't find that
romance their still singing about...
Oh...oh... maybe its inside... someone like yourself...
Oh, I thought for a moment due to someone's interventions that you might like
to sit down...
Oh, and play the good role of the beautiful lady who makes everyday worth my
while...
But as it turns out (I was just another passer-by whose soul you thought looked
nice to squeeze...
Oh, and now here I am waiting around for someone to pick me back up off the
ground...
Here I am...waiting around... for someone to save me...someone like
yourself...
Here I am...waiting around... for someone to save me...someone like yourself...