Hard Work

She was born a fairy princess you know
Blessed at birth with charm and grace
Oh, let her live a fairytale life
Give her perfect bones and an angel's face
Child of opportunity, pretty ballerina
Someone moved aside the furniture so you could pirouette
Nothing's going to stand in your way, you can move mountains
It's just the mountains haven't moved quite yet
Pretty dancer, born to magic and dreams
Just waiting for a chance to shine
There is no magic, there is just hard work

Check the mirror, life is not as it seemed
At ten or twenty or twenty-five
No magic road, no straight lines
And the city is going to eat you alive
What about your dreams? Opportunities?
What about magic? Look in the mirror
Say, "What's the fuss? I'm going to be young forever"
Or, "How did I get here from there
And how am I going to get back?"
You can dim the lights and hope for signs
There is no hope, there is just hard work

Dreams shine like little lights in the dark
Put them out and get some sleep
What have you ever had that's better than being left alone?
What else is yours to keep?
No one's going to pick you up and dust you off this time
No one's going to open doors
You're still doing pirouettes in the mirror
For the man on the white horse
Chase that fairytale like it was real
Believe in dreams and silver platters
Well, it's too late to have a fairytale life
Getting by is what matters
You're one in a million, maybe two million
All waiting for a place in line
There is no place, there is just hard work

There is no place like home, there is just hard work