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

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