You make a scene, like you always do. Going up stream, down the avenue. To fuck some trophy boy. That you'll win tonight at the bar. . So bad, so far.
Stop, hey, don't you dare move. Why you always have to go and leave so soon. Don't you know it's all so clear. All you have to really do is stay right here.
A small town girl with big time dreams. But nothing's ever as it seems. A mother waves her girl goodbye. Then slowly hangs her head and cries. . Hollywood hills and the big city lights.