Next Big Thing - Material Issue

I met her at a bar where I often sit down

And have myself a drink

She played my favorite song

Before I had time to think

So I bought her a round and she pounded it down

Let out a laugh like a freight train

We exchanged small talk

Doesn’t it feel that way?

She said…

«You and I we’re two of a kind, not afraid to dream»

«We could be, the next big thing»

She told me her roommate was gone for the weekend

Borrowed her car and took off with her boyfriend

They’d be married soon

Was it December or June?

She was an artist with a two bedroom apartment

Her dad kept her going on a weekly allowance

She’d be graduating soon

Was it December or June?

She said…

«You and I we’re two of a kind, not afraid to dream»

«We could be, the next big thing»

So I bought her one more

And she stared at the door

Watching the parade moving out and in

She made fun of their clothes

She said that I could never be one of those

And I thought to myself you’re just like everybody else

Standing at the station, but missing the train

I turned to catch her expression

She walked back over to me

And I said…

«You and I we’re two of a kind, not afraid to dream»

«We coulda been, the next big thing»

The Next Big Thing (repeat x3)