Midtown Waitress

Oh mamma, I don't want to sit and listen to

What you're talkin' 'bout

We're both young and we're gonna move to the city, yeah we found

A little place up there

We don't need a lecture 'bout the things that could go wrong

I'm not a child no more

So let me be my own

Let me be my own

So I got a job as a waitress, it's not much

But we're getting by

Three months in we're happy and we're livin' like I

Told you we could be

Everytime I call you, yeah you're cryin' and I don't

Wanna do you wrong

But I'm not comin' home

Let me be my own

Oh the things we do to make it on

Our own

People say this town is fast and if you don't hold on

It blows you back to where you came from

God is money, love's a game and everyone is angry

At the president

Protests on the street, people shouting and I'll say

That I'm angry too

But not enough to go

Tryin' to be my own

Hey ma, it's been a while, yeah I'm just checkin' in

Seein' how you've been

Nothing's wrong I'm doing fine, no that's a lie, I'm not

Doin' so well

Lost my job and Joey found religion and he also

Found another girl

That's not how it's supposed to go

And I'm missin' home

I'm tryin' to be my own but I

Guess I just feel a little alone

Oh the things we do to make it on

Our own