I'll be glad to sign my autograph If you want me to God knows I love singin' It's what I was born to do You see me up there center state In the spotlight for a while But in the things that really matter I'm just sittin' on the aisle ‘Cause I've seen a third grade angel With dark circles ‘neath her eyes Not a trace of hair left on her head Saying, "Daddy, please don't cry.? A single mom working overtime A college kid readin' to the blind When you look for heroes, know that I'm just a singer in a band I'm thankful to be living in This childhood dream come true But sometimes the attention Just leaves me confused Yeah, I love my t-shirt on those kids My name there up in lights But when the show is done, and I'm on the bus Ridin' through the night I think of New York City And those firemen and cops Who ran in and laid down their lives Because it was their job The soldier in a field of mines With each step he lays it on the line When you look for heroes, know that I'm just a singer in a band I'm humbled when you take the time To hear my life in verse and rhyme But when it comes to heroes, know that I'm just a singer in a band I'm a singer in a band I'll be glad to sign my autograph If you want me to God knows I love singin' It's what I was born to do