Superstar

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