On the phone with your girlfriend, she's upset, she's going off about something that you said. She doesn't get your humor like I do. I'm in the room, it's a typical Tuesday night, I'm listening to the kind of music she doesn't like. She'll never know your story like I do. Cause she wears short skirts, I wear a t-shirt, she's your captain and I'm in the bleachers. Dreaming about the day where you wake up and find out what you're looking for. It's been here the whole time and you can see that I'm the one who understands you. Being here all along, so why can't you see?