Riding down the streets of envy, 
looking for some recognition. 
That would make me really happy: 
if they desired my position. 

Prom-time princess, beauty queen; 
see all the admiring faces. 
Chasing after blind ambition, 
they don't see the King of Heaven's graces. 

'Cause what I want is you; 
what I need is truth. 
Will someone tell me that for a change? 
Nothing ever holds in a world lukewarm, 
so come and fill the empty space inside of me.

Wish upon a falling star 
and dream of your perfection. 
It fades away held up against your failures
and dying self-opinion. 

Beauty's on the late night TV, 
showing off the next big thing. 
Turn it off ... I'm lost. 
I forgot who I was. 
Jesus, won't you tell me I'm worth something?