Текстове на песни: Josh Joplin Group. 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

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 when she's all alone
She sheds what she cannot strip

Carry me, whoever you are
I'm waiting with masses
For the rites of passage
And wishing on a superstar

Show us the way, show us the way
'Cause we want to be loved
And we want to be saved

And we all want to be okay, and we all want to be okay
But we don't have the means to pay
And I don't have the means to pay

Carry me, whoever you are
I'm waiting with masses
For the rites of passage
And wishing on a superstar

Miguel sits at the corner store
Smoking on a cigarette
He bummed off a punk in gangstahood

Stacy takes a drag
And puts her hands on his back
And they walk like they're Hollywood

Carry me, whoever you are
I'm waiting with masses
For the rites of passage
And wishing on a superstar