Took out a loan and moved back home
You bought a really cool guitar
Got your first fan, you'll need a van
Cuz you're gonna be a rock star
Your dad is mad is grandma's sad
But you're gonna take this really far

Gotta work your myspace
They say you've got a pretty face
And you're gonna rock them hard
You've got cool hair and jeans that flare
Your face will soon be everywhere

The world is turning faster than it was before
Every motive has an ulterior
Wouldn't it be easier to keep your soul
And find a reason to live for

Nineteen years old and sold your soul
Spent your money on a fancy car
Signed by the X with no regrets
You have to be a rock star
You're the next big thing
You'll live like a king
And your agent says you're so totally popular
Gonna get your thrills in the Hollywood hills
Your world is getting so bizarre
Five minutes here, eight minutes there
Tell me, are you going anywhere

Kissed the girls and made them cry
But baby, wave yourself goodbye
You thanked a God you barely knew
For making all your dreams come true
The CD tanks
You're on the brink
Fall to your knees
Begging God, please, please, please

Fly, fly, fly, fly
To the other side
Fly, fly, fly, fly
Take a ride to the other side