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 didnt play in the city too well
And the life that she thought would be heaven now feels more like hell
Theres lots of sad stories and this heres another
Of big city dreams that got swept down the gutter
And he said if you leave dont 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 somebodys wife
And a table with no empty chairs
So she wakes up fills her own coffee cup
And wonders if God hears her prayers
Theres lots of sad stories and this heres another
Of big city dreams that got swept down the gutter
And he said if you leave dont 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 shes makin
Still wont 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 shed like to go back but she knows good and well
That she wont
Theres lots of sad stories and this heres another
Of big city dreams that got swept down the gutter
And he said if you leave dont ever come back
She burned all the bridges she knew
So she wakes up and puts on her apron
What else can she do
So she wakes up and puts on her apron
What else can she do