Song Description

Girl tries to make it in Hollywood.

Lyrics

Next Big Thing

Jenny drove an El Dorado, top down to LA.
3,000 miles from home, a suitcase and a lot to say.
She?s got numbers in her pocket she got from a magazine;
It read, ?pretty face wanted to star on the silver screen?.
What a dream, little Jenny thought.
She?s gonna? make the scene,
Soon as she leaves this parking lot.
Hollywood.

The streets are lined with palm trees, her eyes are lined with tears.
Bit parts and empty promises add mileage to her years.
And it?s not what she expected, and the money ain?t that great.
And who cares if momma don?t like it,
She?s too busy with her faith.
And sometimes it seems life is an empty glass,
When the river runs dry, dreams aren?t meant to last.

Hollywood.
Here I come.
Hollywood.
My body?s numb.
She?s makin? movies.
I can?t sing.
Don?t you know I?m the next big thing?

Now the phone card?s all run out on the last unanswered call.
And she?s back out on the street, she?s back up against the wall.
She?s got nothin? left to lose, nowhere left to fall.

Jenny closes her eyes.
Sees herself in black and white.
Knows legends never die.
She slips into the night.
Like a flash from a camera, gone at the speed of light.
Up in the big LA sky, name shinin? like big neon lights;
Hollywood.
Next big thing.

Gonna? tell you about Hollywood.
C?mon down to Hollywood.
You think you got what it takes?
What kind of star do you think you?d make?
Lift your hands to the sky.
Ó Steve Hayes, Ian McMurray, Harry Gale