In a curl watching TV late
Seen a girl — all pigtails and braids
And I thought “man, that was you”
She even kinda looked like you

Busting with hopes and dreams and such
Don’t imagine she needed much — just to sing, and laugh and play
Just needs her prince to come someday

On a good horse
Strong and wild and free
They could share the best and worst, keep good company
Ride for miles
Smile and rest beneath a tree

I’m guessing the girl is you
And hoping the hero is me

See the boy in a record shop
Tumbling through the choices they got
He’s thinking “man, I need something new”
He just needs to find a girl like you

With a pure heart
Strong and wild and free
He could help her turn the Earth
Root their family
Offer a lifetime of gathering what she needs

I’m guessing the girl is you
And hoping the hero is me

I’m hoping that girl is you
Maybe this is your dream too?
I’m guessing that girl is you
And hoping…
The hero is me

The hero is me
The hero is me