Out here on my own.
Your voice is not alone.
And it smells just like home,
When I'm standing next to you.

Dear Miss Bright Eyes,
Won't you come down?
And I won't make a sound.
Life is too great when you're around,
And lying next to me.

You say you're not good at anything.
But you can dance, you can write, and you can sing.
You can even draw...
My heart right off the sleeve.

You say you're not good at anything.
But if you're not convinced with any of those things,
Just know that you've got me,
Falling in love with you.

Dear Miss Bright Eyes,
Won't you come down?
And I promise I won't make a sound.
Life is too great when you're around,
And lying next to me.

You say you're not good at anything.
But you can dance, you can write, and you can sing.
You can even draw...
My heart right off the sleeve.

You say you've got no talents, on a hunch.
But you've had me smiling for the past five months.
And if you're not convinced with anything I've said,
Just know that you're always in my head.