"Streets Of Pain" lyrics
She's still another party blonde who has always had 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
Streets of pain
Never felt the tears
Streets of pain
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?
Streets of pain
Sinking like a rock in a river
Streets of pain
Never felt so cold, yeah
Streets of pain
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
Streets of pain
They don't hear the crying
Streets of pain
Never felt the tears
Streets of pain
They just keep on lying
Get it through your head
'Cause some things never change
Streets of pain
Sinking like a rock in a river
Streets of pain
Never felt so cold
Streets of pain
Lower than a snake can slither
Not to mention all the stories never told
Streets of pain
Streets of pain
Streets of pain, yeah yeah
Streets of pain, yeah
Streets of pain, streets of pain, yeah
Streets of pain
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
Streets of pain
Never felt the tears
Streets of pain
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?
Streets of pain
Sinking like a rock in a river
Streets of pain
Never felt so cold, yeah
Streets of pain
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
Streets of pain
They don't hear the crying
Streets of pain
Never felt the tears
Streets of pain
They just keep on lying
Get it through your head
'Cause some things never change
Streets of pain
Sinking like a rock in a river
Streets of pain
Never felt so cold
Streets of pain
Lower than a snake can slither
Not to mention all the stories never told
Streets of pain
Streets of pain
Streets of pain, yeah yeah
Streets of pain, yeah
Streets of pain, streets of pain, yeah
Streets of pain
Writer(s): Richard Marx, Fee Waybill
