Says she's close to understanding JesusShe knows she's more that just a little misunderstoodShe has trouble acting normal when she's nervousRound here we're carving out our namesRound here we all look the sameRound here we talk just like lionsBut we sacrifice like lambs

Then she looks up at the buildingand says she's thinking of jumping.She says she's tired of life;she must be tired of something.

Omaha Somewhere in middle AmericaGet right to the heart of mattersIt's the heart that matters moreI think you better turn your ticket inAnd get your money back at the door

We all want something beautiful.I wish I was beautiful

Mr. Jones and me tell each other fairy talesStare at the beautiful women"She's looking at you. Ah, no, no, she's looking at me."Smiling in the bright lightsComing through in stereoWhen everybody loves you, you can never be lonely

I want to be a lionEverybody wants to pass as catsWe all want to be big big stars, but we got different reasons for thatBelieve in me because I don't believe in anythingand I want to be someone to believe

Mr. Jones and me staring at the videoWhen I look at the television, I want to see me staring right back at meWe all want to be big stars, but we don't know why and we don't know howBut when everybody loves me, I'm going to be just about as happy as can beMr. Jones and me, we're gonna be big stars....

Believe in me, help me believe in anything, I want to be someone who believes"

Mr.Jones

It does not bother me to say this isn't loveBecause if you don't want to talk about it then it isn't loveAnd I guess I'm going to have to live with thatBut I'm sure there's something in a shade of grey,Something in between,And I can always change my nameIf that's what you mean