Princes

Dawn, your two star job is on
this two star life goes on
your boss is on the phone
old canvasser on the road
alone, and it's cold
missing your home so
this catalogue you show
everything must go
you sell your nonsense to everyone
your lie is insane but anyone
is better off having faith from time to time
they see your nonsense just everytime
but everyone needs from then till now
their head over heels again, it feels so fine
for you couldn't sell it all
tears on the highway,
end of the day, still years to go
now and then it feels
it is not for real
then the alarm clock sets the end of your dream