I'm in a play written today about a boy
Who hides in attics when the sun is up
Everyone is at work
What will I do? Where will I go?
Show me the way
The truth, the anger, show me rules of thumb
Show the way to grow old
Love is a guide
The endless river of the soul
But we are mean
The dried up riverbeds of rock and stone
l*** is my friend
She comes to me when I am tired
Life is a road, death is a myth
Love is a fraud, it's misunderstood
Work is a sentence, family's a drag
This house is a trap
I'm in a play
Written today
About a girl
She gets on perfectly with young and old
Everybody loves her
What will she wear?
Cut of her hair?
Way that she slides
Gracefully into the working week
She hides her baggage inside
She's got a friend
An ugly monster that will eat your face
She had to cry
A hefty candle of wasted time
She's got a friend
A lonely monster that will prey on you
Life is a secret, death is a myth
Love is a fraud, it's misunderstood
Work is a sentence, family's a drag
This house is a trap
Life is a secret, death is a myth
Love is a fraud, it's misunderstood
Work is a sentence, family's a drag
This house is a trap
I'm in a play
Written today
About a boy
Tired and melancholy, takes the weight
Takes the weight of the world
I walked alone, loving this song
Walking the earth
A worn out sister who is twenty three
Dried and wrinkled, alone
I'll give you a month
To see past shadows in your sacred mind
I'll give you a week
To look Medusa in the eye
I'll give you a month
To notice heaven at the side of stage
Your key inside your head
You're sitting on a throne of sad
You're pushing back the tide
So lift the mountain up
So tie the writer's ribbons down
a**emble all your troops
We go to war with metaphors
Suddenly see sense,
And suddenly see sense
And when you do, I'll head for higher ground
Head for higher ground
And love the king of me
I'll take my chance and play the tyranny
And build the sets I like to see
Prettier when we're upon the screen
I'll build the sets I like to see
We're braver when we're on the sacred screen
The backstage of your life
Is filled with doves and lines we should have sung
The backstage of your life
The backstage of your life
Is filled with echoes of the ones you love
Who hides in attics when the sun is up
Everyone is at work
What will I do? Where will I go?
Show me the way
The truth, the anger, show me rules of thumb
Show the way to grow old
Love is a guide
The endless river of the soul
But we are mean
The dried up riverbeds of rock and stone
l*** is my friend
She comes to me when I am tired
Life is a road, death is a myth
Love is a fraud, it's misunderstood
Work is a sentence, family's a drag
This house is a trap
I'm in a play
Written today
About a girl
She gets on perfectly with young and old
Everybody loves her
What will she wear?
Cut of her hair?
Way that she slides
Gracefully into the working week
She hides her baggage inside
She's got a friend
An ugly monster that will eat your face
She had to cry
A hefty candle of wasted time
She's got a friend
A lonely monster that will prey on you
Life is a secret, death is a myth
Love is a fraud, it's misunderstood
Work is a sentence, family's a drag
This house is a trap
Life is a secret, death is a myth
Love is a fraud, it's misunderstood
Work is a sentence, family's a drag
This house is a trap
I'm in a play
Written today
About a boy
Tired and melancholy, takes the weight
Takes the weight of the world
I walked alone, loving this song
Walking the earth
A worn out sister who is twenty three
Dried and wrinkled, alone
I'll give you a month
To see past shadows in your sacred mind
I'll give you a week
To look Medusa in the eye
I'll give you a month
To notice heaven at the side of stage
Your key inside your head
You're sitting on a throne of sad
You're pushing back the tide
So lift the mountain up
So tie the writer's ribbons down
a**emble all your troops
We go to war with metaphors
Suddenly see sense,
And suddenly see sense
And when you do, I'll head for higher ground
Head for higher ground
And love the king of me
I'll take my chance and play the tyranny
And build the sets I like to see
Prettier when we're upon the screen
I'll build the sets I like to see
We're braver when we're on the sacred screen
The backstage of your life
Is filled with doves and lines we should have sung
The backstage of your life
The backstage of your life
Is filled with echoes of the ones you love