She's still another party blonde

Who had 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



Chorus:

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 glamourized

So the world will love her more



Chorus:

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



Pretty girl becomes a socialite

Standing in somebody elses 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



Repeat both choruses