Superstar

Miguel sits at the corner store with skin like terra cotta pottery Waiting for a bus, a bus With a hat like Billy Jack's, a smile like Freddie Prinz He comes and he goes with the dust Looking out his window world as the desert skies open up and introduce The stars that dance in space But he falls fast asleep with a dream that he keeps Underneath his pillow case CHORUS Carry me whoever you are I'm waiting with masses for the rites of passage And wishing on a superstar Stacy adds to her billfold and slides down a brass pole For free drinks and a bigger tip Posing from a good home that haunts