Rockstar. I can fly.

how have I ended up in this song? I cannot even hold a note or know a thing about music I am walking around in an empty house no light, just doors, all foggy is this even real? Shall I open one of them? Is this my chance to become a rockstar? or am I trapped in a haunted dream? ghost town, Motown, where am I Brooklyn, Berlin, I can fly no more need to hide I can fly (I can fly) now that I know that this is my song? I can do whatever I want make this thing my baby, pour my heart I am walking through my memories of the past cleaning corners I thought I had given up let us use the chance to shed some light, some light this is my chance to become a rockstar or am I trapped in a haunted dream? ghost town, Motown, here am I Brooklyn, Berlin, I can fly I will take all my pride I can fly (I can fly) I have never thought this could be fine singing cleans my sole, opens my mind my shrink no longer has a job, so clear I am writing down and sharing my love expressing my concerns, my brightest darkest moments music is what I have been waiting for, for so long this is my chance, I am my own rockstar no longer trapped in a haunted dream ghost town, Motown, here am I Brooklyn, Berlin, I can fly you will hear more of me I can fly (I can fly) I can fly