Regular Guy

Despite their word I'm just another plain guy,
Whose eyes are always turned toward the sky.
I'm just a regular friend who can do good by you.
I can dream, I can sing, yet I am nothing new.

I'm just some go-getter of answers
While being lost among dancers,
Around the truth of what I desperately left behind.
The truth I've gone so long without paying much mind.

So I sit here and watch my ideas bounce off the wall.
As they swirl in a cascade of wonder and alcohol.
Though I fool myself with every drink
The clouds it clears truly helps me think.

But one night I gazed into a mirror.
Found my image wasn't much clearer.
So I threw that bottle straight to the moon.
And the moon threw it back to earth real soon.

Next thing I know, my head's turned toward you.
Your eyes looked severe and a deep shade of blue.
You cradled my head in your thin small hand.
Said I could have all my answers on command.

And the feeling was all so surreal.
For those answers I cut you a deal.
That I remain just a regular guy.
And that we never say goodbye.