Riding down the streets of envy
Looking for some recognition
That would make me really happy:
If they desired my position

Prom-time princess, beauty queen;
See all the admiring faces
Chasing after blind ambition
They don't see the King of Heaven's graces

'Cause what I want is you;
What I need is truth
Will someone tell me that for a change?
Nothing ever holds in a world lukewarm
So come and fill the empty space inside of me

Wish upon a falling star
And dream of your perfection
It fades away held up against your failures
And dying self-opinion

Beauty's on the late night TV
Showing off the next big thing
Turn it off ... I'm lost
I forgot who I was
Jesus, won't you tell me I'm worth something?