Got a picture of your house and you're standing by the door.
It's black and white and faded and it's looking pretty worn
I see the factr'y that I worked silhouetted in the back.
The memories are gray but, man, they're really coming back.
I don't need to be the king of the world
As long as I'm the hero of this little girl.
No matter what your friends might say.
How I love the way you move and the sparkle in your eyes.
There's a color deep inside them like a blue suburban sky.
When I come home late at night and you're in bed asleep.
I wrap my arms around you so I can feel you breath.
As long as you will always be my biggest fan.
No matter what your friends might say.
Now the lights are going out, along the boulevard.
Memories come rushing back and it makes it pretty hard.
I've got nowhere left to go, no one really cares.