Driving down the street in a limousine
  We got to do a show tonight
  The rain draws crazy circles on the screen
  And I'm watching neon lights
  
  And I don't know where I'm going to
  And I don't know is it really true
  And what would happen to me
  
  Leaving the suburbs, we're gonna leave it all behind
  
  Aint got my glass, it's on my bed
  And I got any image on TV
  Calling room service in the night
  I look into the mirror, is it really me?
  Is it really me?