Oh, Shut Up, It's a Guilty Pleasure

Chelle. Friday night.

He spends his nights in California
watching the stars on the big screen.
Then he lies awake and he wonders,
"Why can’t that be me?"
'Cause in his life he's filled
with all these good intentions.
He’s left a lot of things
he’d rather not mention right now,
but just before he says goodnight,
he looks up with a little smile at me,
and he says,

"If I could be like that,
I would give anything
just to live one day in those shoes.
If I could be like that,
what would I do?
What would I do?

She spends her days up in the north park,
watching the people as they pass,
and all she wants is just
a little piece of this dream--
is that too much to ask?
With a safe home, and a warm bed,
on a quiet little street?
All she wants is just that something to hold onto.
That’s all she needs.

If I could be like that,
I would give anything
just to live one day in those shoes.
If I could be like that, what would I do?
What would I do?


Sid. Friday night.