You were born on an eerie night, moon rode high on a silver cloud, an air of tension in a room of wonder, she held you gently but you cried out loud. Your old man called from across the sea, the search or
fame had taken him away, out in the heat were a thousand voices, singing his praise and making him great.
You were born to be the lonely one, he was reaching out for number one. He's so busy with all his plans, got no time for his greatest fan, his son, son of a famous man, keeps on giving you alibis, you keep wearing the same disguise, the son, son of a famous man. You were torn from your sleep one night, the winds of change made you come of age, down in the street was a sea of silence, they couldn't heal you but they shared your pain.
You were left to be the lonely one, now you know you're not the only one. He's so busy with all his plans, got no time for his greatest fan, his son, son of a famous man, keeps on giving you alibis,
you keep wearing the same disguise, the son, son of a famous man. Time and again, you look to his eyes for a sign, but love is the one thing that money can't buy ... You were born to be the lonely one, now you know your time has finally come. He's so busy with all his plans, got no time for his greatest fan, his son, son of a famous man, keeps on giving you alibis, you keep wearing the same disguise, the son, son of a famous man.