“If I could be the reason your hair's a mess The bass drum beatin way down deep in your chest If I could be the voice on your radio Then I could be your long ride home. If mine could be the name that changes yours The wine in your glass The swing on your porch The dollar in your pocket And the peaceful in your sleep Then I'd be what you mean to me. Standing here Watching you Turning every head in this crowded room The lights down low Dancin slow Oh, if falling's how you feel And perfect is what you see Then I'd be what you mean to me. If I could be the fire in your firefly The cool in the rain The spark in your eye The answer to your prayer And the faith that sets you free Then I'd be what you mean to me. Standing here Watching you Turning every head in this crowded room The lights down low Dancin slow Oh, if falling's how you feel And perfect is what you see Then I'd be what you mean to me”
