real life

last night i packed up all my clothing, picked up the whole thing yesterday, i tried to make it on my own here, it gets a little lonely way down here, but my father told me, "son, stand up tall, the world is too crowded to live without love", and that's when she walked right through my front door, like some kind of magic and she's got me asking: is this really real life?, is this really real life?, is this really real life?, last night i wrote my own confession, counted up my blessings from today, you got anything to slow my beat at night?, its just a little hard to believe you're here, and my father told me, "son, stand up tall, the world is too crowded to live without love", and that's when she walked right through my front door, like some kind of magic and she's got me asking: is this really real life?, is this really real life?, is this really real life?, is it coming from nowhere?, i'm worn out at night things, she told me she don't care, she told me she loved me, you can't buy the sunset, a kiss on the door step, making a young man keep asking all night, is this really real life?, is this really real life?, is this really real life?