So I flip through the pages of this magazine.
And I read about the celebrities,
And who is dating who this week.
And then I wonder who really cares about the washed up actor,
And his affair with his young co-star...
But don't you see? It's good publicity.
So baby let's board the next train.
I've got some pills I think just might kill the pain, but I'm not sure.
What's your name?
You know it doesn't really matter anyway.
So I flip through the channels on the T.V screen.
And I see all the reality.
And who is voting who off this week.
And then I wonder who really care about some island,
In the middle of nowhere...
But don't you see? It gets such good ratings.
So baby let's board the next train.
I've got some pills I think just might kill the pain, but I'm not sure.
What's your name?
You know it doesn't really matter anyway.
So I'm standing on the side of street and I'm waving at all of the taxis.
And here I am yawning in the city that never sleeps but still manages to dream.
And then I realized while I was standing out in this New York rain,
That I was no more than a thumb print on the window of an airplane.
So let's just try a little taste.
She said I've got loved ones I need to replace but I'm afraid.
What's your name? You know it doesn't really matter anyway.
She said I've got loved ones I need to replace.
She's afraid.