Verse So her morning starts When the sun is right above our heads Gets up and tumbles And stares at the guitar next to her bed Thinks of the night's gig And amount of tears shed A different mask everyday Trying not to lose herself She gets up in the morning It's a different room everyday Picks up the change They throw right on her face Deciding the moves in her head Looking down at the suited men She picks up her pride backstage Ends up waiting at the corner again Chorus- Life without a home And all her dreams are gone Seems like everything is wrong But she goes on (x4)