The last time I saw Tracy she was looking worse than death
She was sleeping with the stars and eating O-Henry bars with her charity cigarettes
And there’s no room at the shelter and everything she had she sold
And I worry because a hoody and a pocket full of goodies
ain’t enough against December’s cold

Billion dollar rockets and Star Wars fantasies,
Guess there’s just no money left for the kids out on the street
They take the money from your pockets and make you pay to see
Billion dollar rockets and teenage refugees

Down at union station we watch the open hand parade
You see the purple hearts and the shopping carts and sorry man I got no change
And I almost walked right by her but I recognized the grin
And she lied and she lied and said I’m all right
But I know where she’s been

Billion dollar rockets and Star Wars fantasies,
Guess there’s just no money left for the kids out on the street
She’s got a picture in her pocket of the girl she used to be
Billion dollar rockets and teenage refugees

High school dances first romances second chances gone
They say they can’t afford to right the wrong
Billion dollar rockets and Star Wars fantasies,
Guess there’s just no money left for the kids out on the street
They take the money from your pockets and make you pay to see
Billion dollar rockets and teenage refugees