| At ten in the morning
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| I was laughing at something at the airport terminal
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| At nine in the evening
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| I was sitting crying to you over the phone
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| While passing the border from a state to another
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| Filled with people whom I couldn’t help to relate to
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| And we stopped awhile at a roadside restaurant
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| Where the waitress was sitting outside smoking in her car
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| She had that look of total fear in her eyes
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| And as we drove away from there she looked at me and she smiled
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| I keep running around
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| Trying to find the ground
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| But my head is in the stars
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| And my feet are in the sky
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| Oh I’m nobody’s baby
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| I’m everybody’s girl
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| I’m the queen of nothing
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| I’m the king of the world
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| And once you asked me well what’s my biggest fear
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| That things would always remain so unclear
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| That one day I’d wake up all alone
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| With a big family and emptiness deep in my bones
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| That I would be so blinded, turn a deaf ear
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| And that my fake laugh would suddenly sound sincere
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| Now I wasn’t born for anything
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| Wasn’t born to say anything
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| I’m just here now and soon I’ll be gone
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| [Oh I’m nobody’s baby
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| I’m everybody’s girl]
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| I’m the queen of nothing
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| I’m the king of the world
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| Now everyday there’s a short intermission
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| While I sleep they start dimming the lights
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| But I’ve seen everything I ever want to see
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| Screaming «Fire!» |
| in a theater, people taking their seats
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| Watch it all go down like a stone in a stream
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| If you fall for your reflection you will drown in a dream
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| Tell me something real
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| Tell me something true
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| I just want to feel there’s something left that I can do
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| But I’m nobody’s baby
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| I’m everybody’s girl
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| I’m the queen of nothing
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| I’m the king of the world |