Standing still, thinking, "What's different?"
You call the 8 ball
Your hair is so careless
I mean sure you can sweep my right off of my feet
But when I land I stand tall and fearless

I was waiting, searching endlessly
For just the right one
That would come and
Sweep me right up off of my feet
For once rather than make my tears run

Standing still, thinking, "What's different?"
You call the 8 ball
Your hair is so careless
I mean sure you can sweep my right off of my feet
But when I land I stand tall and fearless

How could I have been so ignorant
That what I wanted was so wrong
I should have seen you there
So brilliant
You were exactly what I needed all along

Standing still, thinking, "What's different?"
You call the 8 ball
Your hair is so careless
I mean sure you can sweep my right off of my feet
But when I land I stand tall and fearless