Whoa oh oh oh oh We get real low, we get real high It ain’t all good baby but it’s all right This is real life in the real world We ain’t talking to no models We got real girls Well I grew up in a real town Where the prom queen had a plastic crown

I can't understand why I've been put here I'm stuck in a world of sympathy With nobody watching over me To all those not living in the here and now And the words roll over and over Yet our hearts will never be lifted Where did they go? The days we used

And the world's wide open. This may not be my town, It'll do for now, Till I can figure out, Where I'm going, She's slinging eggs and bacon, With a college education

She came from Providence, the one in Rhode Island Where the old world shadows hang heavy in the air She packed her hopes and dreams like a refugee Just as her father came across the sea She heard about a place people were smilin' They spoke about the red

You got me in the middle of the dance floor, just searching for you girl I ask my myself where you created in this world, by the beauty in you girl You got me so high and confused I don't know what to do New York City All in Los Angeles California From

Back, when we were beautiful Sha la la, sha la la, hey, sha la la Before the world got small Before we knew it all Back, when we were innocent I wonder where it went Let's go back and find it The world is cracked The sky is torn

(It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter) And you, it doesn't matter what you do It doesn't matter And hey, it doesn't matter what you say 'Cause you are invisible to the world Whatever happened to dreams of old Where do you start When there's nowhere to go

Bravi, bravi, bravissimi! Where in the world Have you been hiding? Really - you were perfect I only wish I knew your secret Who is this new Father once spoke of an angel

Moon river, wider than a mile I'm crossing you in style someday Wherever you're going, I'm going your way Two drifters off to see the world There's such a lot of world to see We're after the same rainbow's end Waitin' 'round the bend My huckleberry

She came from Providence, the one in Rhode Island Where the old world shadows hang heavy in the air She packed her hopes and dreams like a refugee Just as her father came across the sea She heard about a place people were smilin' They spoke about the red