Oh!nHe says I'd like to turn myselfnAs he stares into the windowpanenAnd if only I could be myselfnBut I'm sure you'd do the same to mennI was only a guest that she wantednIt was more than that that he flauntednnIt's away, to younAway, to younnSo I pleaded, she needed to be herselfnAnd he dipped me into his wishing wellnAt any moment, any moment the sounds of the midnight trainnWill be the mating call of his whippoorwillnnShould he wait 'cause his father drinks too muchnHad his paint thinner laced with his sleeping pillsnnHe'll find a way, to younAway, to younnSo he dreamed awaynAwaynnFrom these small streets,nAnd to where they leadnAnd the holes that bleed,nFrom where he beats me,n'Cause of these stained sheetsnLets dream awaynnAnd from my small tower,nEvery hour, seemed to take the daynAnd so she dreamed awaynnOh baby don't you think that you're good enough?nBaby, don't you think that you're bright enough?nBaby, don't you think that you're good enough?nBaby, don't you think that you're good enough?nDon't you think that you think that you're good enough, for you?