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?