Princes

Dawn, your two star job is on

this two star life goes on

your boss is on the phone

old canvasser on the road

alone, and it's cold

missing your home so

this catalogue you show

everything must go

you sell your nonsense to everyone

your lie is insane but anyone

is better off having faith from time to time

they see your nonsense just everytime

but everyone needs from then till now

their head over heels again, it feels so fine

for you couldn't sell it all

tears on the highway,

end of the day, still years to go

now and then it feels

it is not for real

then the alarm clock sets the end of your dream