By friedman
family in a typical town, Chasing our dreams with the top down. Drive to the supermarket, travel up and down the aisles, past boxes for miles and miles and miles.
Stand in at the register, looking through the magazines, At julia roberts and all beauty queens, And in the usa and sightings of bigfoot, madonna and elvis and jfk.
I know we're not alone. the same old story. This place we call our home. it's a town. and we're a typical family.
family in a typical town, Dress up our in hand-me-downs. Drive 'em to little after school, class, piano lessons, teach them to swim in the neighbor's pool.
Pick up the paper, in the mail, Sort the bills and the half-price discount sales. All we ever fight is money and sex. Just hire a babysitter and take your to the cineplex.
I know we're not alone. the same old story. This place we call our home. it's a typical town. and a typical family.
down for supper, kick off your shoes. Tuna surprise and the news. Help them with their homework, spend some time your kids. Play some video games and send them to bed with a kiss.
Peace and at the end of the day. on the tv and wash your cares away. All the wars and and assorted tragedies. thank God it didn't happen to you or me.
I we're not alone. it's the same old story. This place we call our home. it's a town. and we're a typical family.