Prom Night

With the world now at your back
Rebel piercing in your hand
Will your father hold you close or does he throw away the band
Know that home is where the heart beats all that
Blood that's clean and ran
And that he was scared and unprepared that you would cut the thread

You gotta make it on your own
You're in that city all alone, girl
No, don't pick up the phone, girl
The world is yours, and you're still alone girl

You gotta make it on your own
You're in that city all alone, girl
No, don't pick up the phone, girl
The world is yours, and you're still alone girl

As the years have passed, you by
You're a woman now reborn
Will you see him for his kind attempts or
Look at him with scorn
And don't be mad, at what you had
Just look at it like this
Without connection or affection
I know that you'd be missed

You gotta make it on your own
You're in that city all alone, girl
No, don't pick up the phone, girl
The world is yours, and you're still alone girl

You gotta make it on your own
You're in that city all alone, girl
No, don't pick up the phone, girl
The world is yours, and you're still alone girl