Her song, battered and worn, untitled but true
Her voice, give her a choice, coming through
And he puts that paper back where he got it
With one hand in his pocket and he
Looks at the gloss and he smiles at the glamour
He wishes he could have her
But what can he do?
How far are you?
It's coming true
How far are you?
You're worlds apart
You're worlds apart
You'll break her heart
Superman in a bottle, he's got the style, he goes the mile
He lasts a while, he knows how to make the girls smile
A letter for you "Dear Sir…… Oh, she'll be there."
And he enters the room like he knows that he's got it
He's got one hand in his pocket
And she lays her cards down on the table
Willing and able
Well what else could she do?
How far are you?
It's coming true
How far are you?
You're worlds apart
You're worlds apart
You'll break her heart
You know it's true
You know it's true
And he puts his hand firm on her shoulder
She knows that it's over
Well what else could they do?