Driving down the street in a limousine
We got to do a show tonight
The rain draws crazy circles on the screen
And I'm watching neon lights

And I don't know where I'm going to
And I don't know is it really true
And what would happen to me

Leaving the suburbs, we're gonna leave it all behind

Aint got my glass, it's on my bed
And I got any image on TV
Calling room service in the night
I look into the mirror, is it really me?
Is it really me?