When he was young, thought he'd be famous So he packed up and he moved out West But he's asleep at a desk Dreaming of the so damn proud who sang every word, he remembers Suddenly the phone rings telling him You're working on the weekend Memo to himself Working on the weekend Wake up run like hell Maybe we hear the warning but follow our calling anyway Maybe this is the moment we break it open Maybe, maybe Twenty-one and she's a waitress Tells her friends that she's an actress Waiting for her chance to show the world She's not just a pretty girl Pretend you're someone else Maybe we hear the warning but follow our calling anyway Maybe this is the moment we break it open Maybe, maybe Don't you keep your feet on the ground Maybe we hear the warning but follow our calling anyway Maybe this is the moment we break it open Maybe, maybe Don't you keep your feet on the ground