This is a really wordy song. At one point I cut the lyrics down, but I lost that copy.
Musician's Show
I saw my friend the other day.
He hugged me and smiled and we talked for a while.
Not an inch of attraction was there as I pulled away from the curb.
This isn't how my imagination had planned it to be.
Chorus:
The clock on the wall keeps ticking away.
My piano is the only thing that knows how to play.
Everything else just sits in dust.
I put on my fake happy smile as I try to live for a while.
I pretend to have it all figured out.
Such a lie as I'm really just lonely.
I met a man who said how horrible it must be to feel numb.
I thought to myself that's how I feel everyday.
It's like watching your life as a movie.
Never really a part of things in a way.
Chorus:
The clock on the wall keeps ticking away.
My piano is the only thing that knows how to play.
Everything else just sits in dust.
I put on my fake happy smile as I try to live for a while.
I pretend to have it all figured out.
Such a lie as I'm really just lonely.
Sitting and watching the musician's show is how I spend my days.
Hoping somehow every song is about me.
I find peace in the past and every time he looks up to glance is old love being given back.
Play on and maybe someday I'll feel complete.
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