Dawn, your two star job is on This two star life goes on Your boss is on the phone Old canvasser on the road Alone, and it's cold Missing your home so This catalogue you show Everything must go You sell your nonsense to everyone Your lie is insane but anyone Is better off having faith from time to time They see your nonsense just everytime But everyone needs from then till now Their head over heels again, it feels so fine For you couldn't sell it all Tears on the highway, End of the day, still years to go Now and then it feels It is not for real Then the alarm clock sets the end of your dream