A-List
Words and music by Jenn Lindsay


You go to work. I stay in bed. Iím out of work again.
The posters on your wall mark the path of the sun.
One of them is faded where the sun burned long.
When I hit the big time and everything I want is mine
Will I remember where it came from?

Your good friend Jenn wonít be coming here again,
ever since she hit the A-list with her controversial greatness
(a ploy to keep you all from getting bored),
She doesnít care about you anymore.
She doesnít care about this anymore.

You had yours for a year and I had mine for a day.
I donít know how you make it, thereís not one job I can stay at
I canít make any job work.
In offices Iím awkward like Iíve got my clothes on backward.
Every task. Every test.
I swear there was not a day I didnít try my best.

Our good friend Jenn, I can see again
That with your appetite for greatness
Thereís a chance youíll hit the A-list.
Careful. Donít forget us.
Donít get out too far.

Once I had new money and I blew it on a new guitar
Even though the cupboard was bare.
We were out of soap, out of everything but hope,
But we had a new guitar.
Where you came from got you where you are.
Where are you going? You canít stay here, you canít.

Your good friend Jenn wonít be coming here again,
ever since she hit the A-list with her controversial greatness
(a ploy to keep you all from getting bored),
She doesnít care about you anymore.
She doesnít care about this anymore.