Superstar

Miguel sits at the corner store with skin like terra cotta pottery
 Waiting for a bus, a bus
 With a hat like Billy Jack's, a smile like Freddie Prinz
 He comes and he goes with the dust
 Looking out his window world as the desert skies open up and introduce
 The stars that dance in space
 But he falls fast asleep with a dream that he keeps
 Underneath his pillow case
 CHORUS
 Carry me whoever you are
 I'm waiting with masses for the rites of passage
 And wishing on a superstar
 Stacy adds to her billfold and slides down a brass pole
 For free drinks and a bigger tip
 Posing from a good home that haunts when she's all alone
 She sheds what she cannot strip
 CHORUS
 Show us the Way, show us the way
 Cause we want to be loved and we want to be saved
 And we all want to be ok, and we all want to be ok
 But we don't have the means to pay
 And I don't have the means to pay
 CHORUS
 Miguel sits at the corner store smoking on a cigarette
 He bummed off a punk in gangsta hood
 Stacy takes a drag and puts her hands on his back
 And they walk like they're Holly wood
 CHORUS