Over and Over

My name’s gonna be an empire
But I don’t know where I’m sleeping tonight
And everyone calling my name out loud
Over and over
You’ll see my name in Times Square
If New York ever letting me in
The world in the palm of my hand
Spinning over and over
Sunday morning comes like fire
Sunday morning comes like fire
A face that’s meant for Hollywood
Consumes more drink than knows that it should
And these bottles breaking down at my feet
Over and over
The camera flashes in my face
Streetlights aren’t helping me find my place
I don’t know whether to fall alseep
Over and over
Sunday morning comes like fire
Sunday morning comes like fire