Pretty girls are walking around|They're walking on crutches barely making a sound|They're calling up their boyfriends to come fetch them after work|Cuz their legs are getting tired form the dancing they've been doing trying to make it in the city||And you wanna feel bad for them|Home cook a meal for them|DIal up their mothers who can hardly wait to see them|Going out the door back to college or university|Supposedly||Can't see straight i've got spots on my lens|I can't look forward only speka in past tense|I got being for my purpose|But no purpose for my being here|It's better just to look away when everything is falling down|In the city|When the broken legs are looking pretty||The fact of the matter is|What's buried under here is|You gotta go to school if you want a career|You've got to summon up the forces that are there to tie you down|You've got to rest that broken leg and just be glad it's not a broken heart in the city|Cuz a broken heart is never pretty