Mr. Sincere
by Bill Leyden
About this track
He’s got the kind of smile that could talk the rain down and the kind of line that sounds true whether it is or not. Mr. Sincere isn’t lying — he’s just gifted at saying what people want to hear, until even he starts to believe it. A wink, a grin, and maybe a touch of truth at the bottom of the glass. lyrics Verse 1 They say my smile could sell a Sunday, My talk could chase the rain right down. I buy the room another round, Then promise I’ll settle soon — somehow. Never say quite when, And they let me back in again. Chorus I’m Mr. Sincere, darlin’, look me in the eye, You’d swear the way I say it could make an angel sigh. Smooth as a song on late-night air, Half truth, half souvenir. Go on, fall for the moment — I’m Mr. Sincere. Verse 2 I hold the door, I tip too heavy, Tell your mama she don’t look her age. You’ll think I mean it, every page, Till I grin and change the melody. Still, I wish I meant it more — That’s the part I can’t ignore. Chorus Yeah, I’m Mr. Sincere, darlin’, look me in the eye, You’d swear the way I say it could make an angel sigh. I’m part charm, part cavalier, Half saint, half engineer. Go on, dance in the notion — I’m Mr. Sincere. Bridge Maybe one day I’ll tell the truth, And it won’t sound like a line. But tonight the jukebox loves me, And the mirror says I’m fine. Final Chorus Still Mr. Sincere, darlin’, here’s to the show, I might mean half of what I say — that’s half more than you’ll know. If charm’s a sin, I’ll volunteer, For every smile, a souvenir. Raise a glass to confession — From Mr. Sincere. [Tag] Go on, fall for the moment — That’s why I’m here. Mr. Sincere.