vocals:  Joe Carr / Joe Hight


Papa's on his way to New York City tonight
papa's on his way, Fickie's name is in lights
like tumble weed against the wind
who is strong and who will win
Fickie finely made the cut
now her new life will begin.

Fickie had to grow up, make it here tonight
she had to chase away the demons that rule the night
she fell into their clutches she fought for her release
they said she wouldn't make it
but tonight her dream begins
and Papa's on his way to New York City tonight

She lost her way and stumbled
she makes mistakes and falls
she picks herself off of the street
who among us has not fallen
gather your wits about you
theirs more here than you need
compassion is the food we crave
honesty the virtue we should save

She lost her way and stumbled
she makes mistakes and falls
she picks herself off of the street
who among us has not fallen
gather your wits about you
theirs more here than you need
compassion is the food we crave
honesty the virtue we should save

Just down the street but a lifetime away
a bus pulls in, young girls full of dreams
will they too need nine lives
have someone near who cares
hope and need in a turnstile of despair

		              
		              

  Genre: Pop Vocals