The projector's on, these lights are off She's teaching the colors in cla**rooms As the interest is lost Her career has been put in perspective today Is this really what she wanted to be? She lectures students, they all tease her from the back row They're just here for the credit But they're making her sure that she'll never be back in a cla**room again Is there anything you can say to convince me I'm on the right track? I'm moving forward, no need to look back now I'm questioning all this time and all the money spent Was any of it worth all the effort that was put in? Turns on a video and immediately she leaves the room Slams the door, release the stress And this will prove this job takes strength, this job takes dedication Well, the students convinced her that she doesn't need it anymore Well, there's nothing you can do to convince me that I am on the right track Not moving forward, I'm on my way back down to where it all starts again Still paying bills, four whole years and still no career