Thought I was laying in the gutter in
Milk cartons and bones
But I was standing on a mountain top
Looking over your homes
Thought I was laying my garden with
My hands deep in soil
But I was there on an island
Shooting flares at your boat
Thought I was soothing like a violin
Confessing new rain
But I was piping like a trumpet
Frantic for fame
Thought I was built like a building's built
Iron, concrete and stone
I realize I'm just a hack actor
Finished playing my role
Your reading my thoughts
Dreams old men dream
It's just like when we were kids
We'd lay around wondering
We try to listen to what they say
Milk cartons and bones
But I was standing on a mountain top
Looking over your homes
Thought I was laying my garden with
My hands deep in soil
But I was there on an island
Shooting flares at your boat
Thought I was soothing like a violin
Confessing new rain
But I was piping like a trumpet
Frantic for fame
Thought I was built like a building's built
Iron, concrete and stone
I realize I'm just a hack actor
Finished playing my role
Your reading my thoughts
Dreams old men dream
It's just like when we were kids
We'd lay around wondering
We try to listen to what they say
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