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