He smelled like dirty cigarettes and rain
His eyes were blurred and untold
He often frowned at the ground in shame
And no one would ever know
I was too shy to ever catch his name
But I would talk to him slow
I liked to think that he'd be mine someday
And I wouldn't dare tell a soul
His fingertips were calloused
Cause he played guitar
But he didn't like to talk about it...
Humble I'd love to sing a sad lullaby
I tumble down on my knees
Quiet mind I'd like to find a way to get by
And maybe you could humble me
He's unsure of where he wants to go in this life
A dreamer is not where he stands
And quietly I'm smiling
So sure I could be
The heroine who understands
He keeps his voice low so no one gets in his heart
I think if he spoke louder he would fall apart
Humble I'd love to sing a sad lullaby
I tumble down on my knees
Quiet mind I'd like to find a way to get by
And maybe you could humble me
