I know this girl, i like her real bad, i know it sounds sad, but thats the way i feel.   I wanna grow up and build her a house, build her kids, for real.   She stands around town telling her friends stories i try to decipher.   And in the end, it all falls down because i am an outsider.      And you can never be what you want   To be         Summer Morning, Winter's Evening, it rains again, I lie.   Arms around her, my protector, admiring the blue blue sky.   Reflected in her eyes, there are happy smiles, never can I annoy her.   I see her there in the satisfied arms of the outsider.      But will she ever pay the fee   To see?         Some lads tell I am ugly, and damn lucky, and that i will be destroyed.   Others say that things are well, things are swell, and that i'm just paranoid.   I feel her cold shoulder, she's a few months older, a few years wiser.   Hidden Histories, unsolved mysteries, unknown to the outsider.      But you can never be what you want   To be