Lyrics

Nothing from something, was a real great thing
Trying to be someone maybe even trying to be something
Looking through the world with those big black eyes
Where did you run to, baby?
Where did you hide?

All around i see, great big falling stars
And people outside the windows, with great big jars
I think that I just wanna, close my eyes
Close up my eyes to all of this
That I can't see

Being a king I guess it's all, fine and well
And being a star I guess it's, just as well
And being a winner has something, to do with this world
But being a looser, baby
They haven't found a place for you

Hey you, live fast, die young, did you know
When you die you ain't gonna have any place to go
Your brand new sports car not one day run you down
And did you ever think of that?