Play for Today
I'm in a play written today about a boyWho hides in attics when the sun is upEveryone is at work
What will I do? Where will I go?Show me the way, the truth, the angerShow me rules of thumbShow the way to grow old
Love is a guideThe endless river of the soulBut we are meanThe dried up riverbeds of rock and stoneLust is my friendShe comes to me when I am tired
Life is a road, death is a mythLove is a fraud, it's misunderstoodWork is a sentence, family's a dragThis house is a trap
I'm in a play written today about a girlShe gets on perfectly with young and oldEverybody loves her
What will she wear? The cut of her hairThe way that she slidesGracefully into the working weekShe hides her baggage inside
She's got a friendAn ugly monster that will eat your faceShe hides a crimeA hefty catalog of wasted timeShe's got a friendA lonely monster that will prey on you
Life is a secret, death is a mythLove is a fraud, it's misunderstoodWork is a sentence, family's a dragThis house is a trap
Life is a secret, death is a mythLove is a fraud, it's misunderstoodWork is a sentence, family's a dragThis house is a trap
I'm in a play written today about a boyTired and melancholy takes the weightTakes the weight of the world
I walked alone, loving the sunWalking the earthA worn out sister who was twenty threeDried and wrinkled, alone
I'll give you a monthTo see past shadows in your sacred mindGive you a weekTo look Medusa in the eyeI'll give you a monthTo notice heaven at the side of stage
(Author, author! Author, author!)
You're king inside your headYou're sitting on a throne of sandYou're pushing back the tideSo lift the mountain upSo tie the writer's ribbons downAssemble all your troopsWe go to war with metaphorsYou'll suddenly see sense (and suddenly see sense)And when you do, I'll have the higher grounds (I'll have the higher grounds)You're not the king of meI'll take my chance and play for tyrannyI build the sets, I light the sceneWe're braver when we're on the sacred screenI build the sets, I light the sceneWe're braver when we're on the sacred screenThe backstage of your lifeIs filled with props and lines you should have sungThe backstage of your lifeIs filled with echoes of the ones you loved