After the show you walked right past
Arms reached out for your autograph
And as you flashed your backstage pass
I caught your eye with a camera's flash
When the band came out, they stood behind you
Cymbals crashed, the lights went blue
You stood alone in the halo's haze
Shinny guitar hung on gold lamay
And you, you were the lonely 1
You were the lonely 1
When you perform it's so intense
When the critics pan I write in your defense
I understand I'm just a fan, I'm just a fan
When I get home I turn off the alarm
I've checked the phone, no messages on
I play the ones from yesterday
I play you're song just to hear you say that