I'll be glad to sign my autograph if you want me to   God knows I love singing, it's what I was born to do   You see me up there center stage in the spotlight for awhile   But in the things that really matter, I'm just sitting on the isle      'Coz I've seen a third grade angel with dark circles beneath her eyes   Not a trace of hair left on her head, sayin', "Daddy, don't you cry"   A single mom workin' overtime, a college kid reading to the blind   When you look for heroes know that I'm just a singer in a band      I'm thankful to be living in this childhood dream come true   But sometimes the attention just leaves me confused   Hey, I love my t-shirt on those kids, my name there up in lights   But when the show is done and I'm on the bus riding through the night      I think of third grade angels with dark circles beneath their eyes   Not a trace of hair left on their heads, sayin', "Daddy, don't you cry"   A soldier in a field of mines with each step he lays it on the line   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   But when it comes to heroes I know I'm just a singer in a band   A singer in a band      I'll be glad to sign my autograph if you want me to