He sits right here,
Looking down his window
At the people down below.
She's nowhere near,
He wishes he could tell her
Cos he doesn't think that she knows.
These days you find that
She's always sitting on the side
Waiting for the time of her life.
Hoping to find the reason for her lies,
She's no good at making up her mind
hey hey hey hey
hey hey hey hey
Maybe she's right
he's not the best or her type,
He doesn't like singing to a crowd.
He's just a guy who's staying up all night
trying not to sing too loud.
She's dressed in tears,
looking for the meaning
to the words she loathes to say.
Dream, dream, dream
her days away.
She closed her heart,
she closed her thighs,
Said that she would never.
He can safely say he tried,
Now she's sitting here
with open ears and open eyes,
Better late than never.
He's so glad he changed her mind
Cos he feels so much better
Ever since she's right
He feels better.
Maybe she's right
he's not the best or her type,
He doesn't; like singing to a crowd.
He's just a guy who's staying up all night
trying not to sing too loud, too loud.
yeah yeah
yeah yeah
Can't you hear him singing now
yeah yeah
yeah yeah
Can't you hear him singing now
Maybe she's right
he's not the best or her type,
He doesn't like singing to a crowd.
He's just a guy who's staying up all night
trying not to sing too loud.