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 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 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?