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)