Come from the suburbs into the city

They say you can make it

If you're young and pretty

Dreams must be tall

Ain't it a pity

But they say you can make it

If you're young and pretty



So I sit inside my dressing room

Waiting for the band to play

And I wonder what is left to loose

Where is anyone, any way



Outside a neon, face from exhaustion

Screaming with promise of what's inside

But nobody's watching

I go for the money, my wallet's a liar

Nothing inside cause the world is on fire



So I give them that old routine

No one listens, any way

When I fight for what it means

God I wish I had someone here today



So I give them that old routine

No one listens, any way

When I fight for what it means

God I wish I had someone here today



Come from the suburbs into the city

They say you can make it

If you're young and pretty

Come from the sidelines into the city

They say you can make it

If you're young and pretty



They say you can make it

If you're young and pretty