Oh!
He says I'd like to turn myself
As he stares into the windowpane
And if only I could be myself
But I'm sure you'd do the same to me
I was only a guest that she wanted
It was more than that that he flaunted
It's away, to you
Away, to you
So I pleaded, she needed to be herself
And he dipped me into his wishing well
At any moment, any moment the sounds of the midnight train
Will be the mating call of his whippoorwill
Should he wait 'cause his father drinks too much
Had his paint thinner laced with his sleeping pills
He'll find a way, to you
Away, to you
So he dreamed away
Away
From these small streets,
And to where they lead
And the holes that bleed,
From where he beats me,
'Cause of these stained sheets
Lets dream away
And from my small tower,
Every hour, seemed to take the day
And so she dreamed away
Oh baby don't you think that you're good enough?
Baby, don't you think that you're bright enough?
Baby, don't you think that you're good enough?
Baby, don't you think that you're good enough?
Don't you think that you think that you're good enough, for you?