The sleepless nights and endless days
Mini skirts and serving trays
Waking up from rain delays
And selling  for pocket change
And living off the alcohol
With no one but a cab to call
And lost inside a bathroom stall,
This carbon copy life withdraw

And I need someone to believe in

And driving cars we can't afford,
Just making sure we're never bored
Living off our own accord,
Between coffee grinds and corner stores
Limousines and cigarettes,
We're chasing dreams with fishing nets
And long weekends without regrets
Well, no one here is taking bets

And I need someone to believe in
Yes, someone to fill this space with grace,
To look into my eyes and touch my face,
To make me feel alive today.

Someone to make me strong,
Someone to make me belong,
Someone to make it alright,
Someone to make me feel alive, yeah.

And stretching out [bad word] bands,
To kiss the cheeks and shake the hands
In pool halls and wonderlands
With strong arms and no legs to stand
And getting by on hand me downs
With your tips, your drinks, your buying rounds
It's back to my old stomping grounds
Like children in the lost and found

And I need someone to believe in,
Yes, someone to fill this space with grace,
Someone to look into my eyes and touch my face,
To make me feel alive today, yeah.