Interpret:

Richard Marx

Album:

Rush Street

She's still another party blonde who has always had her way 
Now just another hanger on with a faded resume 
He's gonna be a leading man in the Gary Cooper mold 
Now working at a pretzel stand, but it's him that's getting sold 


Big dreamer gonna take the town, but she's running out of time 
Still singing at a sleazy lounge to a house of drooling swine 
Self satisfied narcissist with a body like a God 
He's thinking that's all there is, but I don't want that job 


Streets of pain 
They don't hear the crying 
Streets of pain 
Never felt the tears 
Streets of pain 
They just keep on lying 
Get it through your head 
'Cause some things never change 


Won't it finally be obvious that there's very little chance? 
Can't they see it's a Greyhound bus and not their handsome prince? 
Isn't anybody satisfied with the average girl next door? 
Does she have to be glamorized so the world will love her more? 


Streets of pain 
Sinking like a rock in a river 
Streets of pain 
Never felt so cold 
Streets of pain 
Lower than a snake can slither 
Not to mention all the stories never told 


Pretty girl becomes a socialite standing in somebody else's light 
Anything can happen late at night, in the morning she'll be out of sight 
Made a million on a lucky streak, threw it all away as foolishly 
One of many comic tragedies, what else can there be? 


So you better get on the road to the desolation station 
And you better bring all you own, it's a permanent vacation 
We're waiting here with open arms, but it isn't what it seems 
Just looking for the boulevard on the trail of broken dreams 


Streets of pain 
They don't hear the crying 
Streets of pain 
Never felt the tears 
Streets of pain 
They just keep on lying 
Get it through your head 
'Cause some things never change 


Streets of pain 
Sinking like a rock in a river 
Streets of pain 
Never felt so cold 
Streets of pain 
Lower than a snake can slither 
Not to mention all the stories never told