Lyrics Singer of My Song - Emma Stevens, Pete Woodroffe, Ben Collier

Singer of My Song

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 song