Streets Of Pain lyrics

Artist  : Richard Marx 
Song : Streets Of Pain
 
She’s still another party blonde who had it all
her way,
Now, just another hanger on with a faded resume.
He’s gonna be a leading man in the gary cooper
mold,
Now, working at a pretzel stand but it’s him
that’s getting sold.
Big dreamer gonna take the town but she’s running
out of time,
Still singing at a sleazy lounge to a house of
drooling swine.
Self satisfied narcissist with a body like a
god,
He’s thinking that’s all there is but ’i don’t
want that job’.
Streets of pain, they don’t hear the crying...
...never felt the tears...they just keep on
lying.
Get it through your head ’cause some things never
change.
Won’t it finally be obvious that there’s very
little chance? 
Can’t they see it’s a greyhound bus and not their
handsome prince? 
Isn’t anybody satisfied with the average girl
next door? 
Does she have to be glamorized so the world will
love her more...? 
...sinking like a rock in a river...never felt so
cold...
...lower than a snake can slither,
Not to mention all the stories never told.
Pretty girl becomes a socialite standing in
somebody else’s light.
Anything can happen late at night,
In the morning she’ll be out of sight.
Made a million on a lucky streak, threw it all
away as foolishly,
One of many comic tragedies, what else can there
be? 
So you better get on the road to the desolation
station,
And you better bring all you own, it’s a
permanent vacation.
We’re waiting here with open arms but it isn’t
what it seems.
Just looking for the boulevard on the trail of
broken dreams...