There’s a girl
Who sits under the bleachers
Just another day, eating alone.
And though she smiles
There is something just hiding
And she can’t find a way to relate.
She just goes unnoticed
As the crowd passes by.
And she’ll pretend to be busy
When inside she just wants to cry

And she’ll say:
“Take a little look at the life of Miss-Always-Invisible
Look a little harder, I really, really want you to
Put yourself in her shoes.
Take another look at the face of Miss-Always-Invisible
Look a little closer, and maybe then you will see
Why she waits for the day
When you’ll ask her her name”

In the beginning, in the first weeks of class
She did everything to try and fit in
But the others they couldn’t seem to get past
All the things that mismatched on the surface
And she would close her eyes when they laughed
As she fell down the stairs.
And the more that they joked,
And the more that they screamed,
She retreated to where she is now.

And she’ll sing:
“Take a little look at the life of Miss-Always-Invisible
Look a little harder, I really, really want you to
Put yourself in her shoes, shoes, yeah
Oh, take another look at the face of Miss-Always-Invisible
Look a little closer, and maybe then you will see
Why she waits for the day
When you’ll ask her her name”

Then one day, just the same as the last
Just a days spent in counting the time
Came a boy that sat under the bleachers
Just a little bit further behind…

Light shines off in the distance
A pale flickering glow
How many times do I have to dream I could be there
The time is here and she won’t be waiting
For me to find the easy way out
I’ve lost count of the days that were wasted

There’s an answer in the sound of a train
There is wisdom past the bridge on the bay
There’s a lifetime through the fog and the rain
There’s a beauty in walking away

I float on the streets that are empty
Take the path that the wind only knows
Tonight is the last time that I’ll ever be here
Oh be here

There’s an answer in the sound of a train
There is wisdom past the bridge on the bay
There’s a lifetime through the fog and the rain
There’s a beauty in walking away

It’s never quite simple, it’s never that safe
It never seems perfect until it’s too late
It’s never the right time to find a new way, yeah

There’s an answer in the sound of a train
There is wisdom past the bridge on the bay
There’s a lifetime through the fog and the rain
There’s a beauty

There’s an answer in the sound of a train
There is wisdom past the bridge on the bay
There’s a lifetime through the fog and the rain
There’s a beauty in walking away

Last night, I fell in love with a stranger
Behind the Glass House, he came
Walking out the backdoor
To a crowd of screaming girls calling his name
I never saw it coming
The way your voice can make me feel
And I fear that I am falling
I should be old enough to know
Not to fall in love with the voice on the radio

So here I stand
Fighting what I feel for you
Torn between what reason says
And how I really feel.
So here I stand
Wondering what to say to you
Hoping that you feel the same,
The same as I do

He’s in a rock band
With a voice like an angel
And eyes of a raven sky
Suddenly I find myself
At twelve years old again dreaming of you
But who am I kidding
To even think that you might see me?
It’s in the stars that girls like me
And boys like you were never meant to be

So here I stand
Fighting what I feel for you
Torn between what reason says
And how I really feel.
So here I stand
Wondering what to say to you
Hoping that you feel the same,
The same as I do

Would you be scared if I told you I like you?
And would you run if I told you I love you?

So here I stand
Fighting what I feel for you
Torn between what reason says
And how I really feel.
And here I stand
Wondering what to say to you
Hoping that you feel the same,
The same as I do
As I do
As I do

I never saw it coming
The way your voice can make me feel
And I fear that I am falling
I should be old enough to know
Not to fall in love with the voice on the radio