If I could be the reason your hair is a mess
the bass drum beating 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, dancing slow
If falling is 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 Id be what you mean to me
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And oh all of this talk it makes you laugh
but I got to let you know just how I feel
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