Conor

Conor has a dream He wants to be a famous singer He works at the Willow Tree And plays there on a Friday We take our hats off to ya When you sing that Hallelujah Hallelujah Conor knows the score He knows it's down to luck and timing It makes him want it more So he waits around for someday Now everyone is calling For that old Free Fallin' Free Fallin' And I was once sat on that chair Reaching for those castles in the air And every time he asks for my advice I tell him to always be polite Ignore the put downs don't believe the hype And you'll do all right Conor calls my name And even though I don't feel like singing I get up on the stage Try my best to hide the shaking I summon the composure And then at last it's over it's over I was once sat on that chair Reaching for those castles in the air And every time he asks for my advice I tell him to always be polite Ignore the put downs don't believe the hype And you'll do all right