Big Star
Somewhere a girl is sleeping
Somewhere she wakes up alone
Somewhere a girl is beginning
Somewhere she waits by the phone
Sally rents a flat down on Camden Street,
She works the night shift in the factory
She’s got secrets that she cannot keep
The nights are long so in the day she sleeps and dreams of
Midnight in New York City, a house with white washed walls
A guitar, a dress and her hair up pretty, but no one notices at all
She’s a big star in a small town
She plays the coffee shops and bars
For a small girl she’s got a big sound
She plays a ’68 Gibson guitar
Sally pours herself another memory
And in her head she sings harmonies
While all the boys see what they want to see
She paints another masterpiece and she dreams of
Midnight in New York City, a house with white washed walls
A guitar, a dress and her hair up pretty, but no one notices at all
Bright lights and billboards, theatres and stalls
All that she wants is a curtain call
Bright lights and billboards, theatres and stalls
All that she wants is everything at all
Somewhere a girl is sleeping
Somewhere she wakes up alone
Somewhere a girl is beginning
Somewhere she waits by the phone
Sally rents a flat down on Camden Street,
It gets cold in winter but the rent is cheap
A shaft of light hangs upon her sheets
And calls her back from her New York scene
Midnight in New York City, a house with white washed walls
A guitar, a dress and her hair up pretty, but no one notices at all
Midnight down in the canyons, Sally's got her name up in lights
Factory bells, wishing wells, I guess we're all dreamers tonight
But we're doing alright
Words and music by Christopher Moody