Intro: Somewhere a red-eyed waitress Glances at another movie magazine Down on the corner there's a grocery boy Stuffing boxes full of hungry dreams Someone's cleaning up the offices One window burning in the dark Somebody's crying, is there any way in hell To light a comet from a single spark? Working so hard I can't remember much About the freedom I been working for Felt like a prisoner 'til I looked in your eyes And saw a million wide open doors Ya tell me, "Put a little money away Well, every dog will have his day in time" Well, I been slaving like a dog and I got nothing to show ya But a collar and a fist full of nickels and dimes Chorus: