Bob Mould
Could You Be the One?
Well, could you be the one they talk about?
Oh, hiding inside, behind another door?
Oh, is it only happiness you want?
Does wanting a feeling matter any more?

It doesn't mean that much to me, sometimes
I don't mean that much to you
And I don't even know what I'm hiding for
And I don't even know what I'm crying for
I don't even know what I'm hiding for
I'm hiding inside
I'm hiding inside

Oh, could you be the one they talk about?
Oh, life is a game that only you can make
Oh, maybe I'm about to throw it out
I've given it all, that's all that I can take

It doesn't mean that much to me, sometimes
I don't mean that much to you
And I don't even know what I'm hiding for
And I don't even know what I'm crying for
I don't even know—

Oh, could you be the one?
Could you be the one?
Could you be the one that's hanging all around?
Don't even know what I'm crying for
I don't even know what I'm hiding for
Hiding inside
I'm hiding inside
And I don't even know what I'm hiding for
I don't even know what I'm hiding for
Don't even know, could you be the only
Broken-hearted one?

Oh, could you be the one?
Could you be the one?
Could you be the one that's hanging all around?
Don't even know what—
Don't even know—
Oh, could you be the one?
Could you be the one?
Could you be the one?
Could you be the one?