Singer in the Band

I’m thankful to be living in this childhood dream come true
But in the things that really matter I’m just sittin’ on the aisle
Yeah, I love my T-shirt on those kids, my name there up in lights
‘Cause I’ve seen a third grade angel with dark circles ‘neath her eyes

You see me up there center stage in the spotlight for a while
A single Mom working overtime, a college kid readin’ to the blind

But when it comes to heroes know that I’m just a singer in a band

A soldier in a field of mines with each step he lays it on the line
I think of New York City and those firemen and cops
Not a trace of hair left on her head saying, “Daddy, please don’t cry”
I’ll be glad to sign my autograph if you want me to
When you look for heroes know that I’m just a singer in a band
When you look for heroes know that I’m just a singer in a band
I’m humbled when you take the time to hear my life in verse and rhyme

I’m a singer in a band
But when the show is done and I’m on the bus ridin’ through the night
Who ran in and laid down their lives because it was their job
But sometimes the attention just leaves me confused