what else can she do

She left the country with big city dreams running wild in her mind Looking for love or adventure or anything else she could find But her small town pretty didn't play in the city too well And the life that she thought would be heaven now feels more like hell There's lots of sad stories and this here's another Of big city dreams that got swept down the gutter He said if you leave don't ever come back She burned all the bridges she knew So she wakes up and puts on her apron What else can she do She works twelve hour shifts pouring coffee for strangers She walks home at night well aware of the dangers but too tired to care She dreams of a life free of sadness or strife What it might be like to be somebody's wife A table with no empty chairs So she wakes up fills her own coffee cup And wonders if God hears her prayers There's lots of sad stories and this here's another Of big city dreams that got swept down the gutter He said if you leave don't ever come back She burned all the bridges she knew So she wakes up and puts on her apron What else can she do She serves up the bacon, and money she's makin still won't pay the bills The city is busy and alway in motion but somehow for her time stands still She wonders if happiness lies in the country back home And she'd like to go back but she knows good and well that she won't There's lots of sad stories and this is another Of big city dreams that got swept down the gutter He said if you leave don't ever come back She burned all the bridges she knew So she wakes up and puts on her apron What else can she do