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The Other Ben Salter I stumble my way through our on screen conversation Not sure if you're real or a figment of my imagination A physical instance of the limitations That this cold and damp country has placed upon my soul I can picture you sitting there a guitar in your hand Surrounded by the sunlight and the members of your band Who complement your music in a way I cannot understand As I sit in the darkened room Just me and my pc in the gathering gloom I want to be the other Ben Salter I want to be the other Ben Salter Perpetual sunshine vs. constant rain Eternal optimism vs. bitterness and blame Self confidence vs. self loathing and shame I wish that I could be the other Ben Salter I bet that you've got perfect pitch That your strings never break and your girlfriends not a bitch And I bet that you feel every inch A musician, an artist And that one day you will break While I hate the sound of my voice And I feel like a fake Oh you know I want to be . . . . B e n s a l t e r If was Australian I could go far If I was Australian I would have a tan If I was Australian maybe I could be your man |
