Making It

03:24
Jen Cass
1996-11-23
Jen Cass

Lyrics

The bus stop’s empty but for one proud teenage girl

She’s got a suitcase full of hand-me-downs

Everything she’s got in this world

The question’s where to go from here

New York’s much bigger than she ever hoped or feared

When she left home

Saying…“I’m gonna make it on my own.”

 

Out on the sidewalk waits a man with a broad smile

He takes her arm and walks her down the street

Says…”Hey, can we talk a while?

I bet you’re new here in this town.”

And there were warning bells all around

She let them ring

What good could paranoia bring?

 

It’s four a.m. the streets are dark

He takes her home through Central Park

The cheap motels will let them in

They never ask you where you’ve been

She drops her suitcase on the floor

He slaps her face and locks the door

His voice in fire and brimstone

“You’ll never make it on your own.

So keep your mouth shut when I talk

You’ll walk the streets when I say walk

 

And they’ll rip away your innocence

For a dollar in loose change

And you’ll grip the wall in self-defense

And smile like you’ve been trained

It’s all the same

That’s how you make it in this town

That’s how you make it here.”

 

By Friday evening she gives up and works the row

Because she couldn’t take the beatings

And he wouldn’t let her go

She can’t remember feeling strong

Riding that bus to town

So full of hope and promise

Now it’s gone

“I’ll never make it on my own.

I’ll never make it here.”

 

It’s four a.m. the streets are dark

She stumbles home through Central Park

The cheap motels will let her in

They never ask her where she’s been

And she will dream if she can sleep

About promises she thought she’d keep

Like, “I will never go back home,

I’m gonna make it on my own.”

But this isn’t making it, no, no

This isn’t making it

 

The bus stop’s empty but for one proud teenage girl

She’s got a suitcase full of hand-me-downs

Everything she’s got in this world

The question’s where to go from here

New York’s much bigger

Than she ever hoped or feared when she left home

Saying…"I’m gonna make it on my own.

I’m gonna make it here.”