She's still another party blonde who had it all her way
Now, just another hanger on with a faded resume
He's gonna be a leading man in the Gary Cooper mold
Now, working at a pretzel stand, but it's him that's getting sold

Big dreamer gonna take the town, but she's running out of time
Still singing at a sleazy lounge to a house of drooling swine
Self-satisfied narcissist with a body like a God
He's thinking that's all there is, but 'I don't want that job'

Streets of pain, they don't hear the crying
Never felt the tears, they just keep on lying
Get it through your head 'cause some things never change
Won't it finally be obvious that there's very little chance?

Can't they see it's a greyhound bus and not their handsome prince?
Isn't anybody satisfied with the average girl next door?
Does she have to be glamorized, so the world will love her more?
Sinking like a rock in a river never felt so cold

Lower than a snake can slither
Not to mention all the stories never told
Pretty girl becomes a socialite standing in somebody else's light
Anything can happen late at night

In the morning, she'll be out of sight
Made a million on a lucky streak, threw it all away as foolishly
One of many comic tragedies, what else can there be?
So you better get on the road to the desolation station

And you better bring all you own, it's a permanent vacation
We're waiting here with open arms, but it isn't what it seems
Just looking for the boulevard on the trail of broken dreams