Check, check, is this thing on?
I mean, I'm looking at the lights, but all I hear is a yawn.
It could be in my head, or maybe this crowd is dead,
or maybe I guess it's me.
'Cause the silence is cold and every note a misstep,
so cut the power, lock the door, and let the misery end.
If you're not listening then why should I bother
keeping my hope alive?
One Two, Lights, Camera, and Go.
Cut the director, tell the set, tell everyone that you know.
Is the script not right, or is your spotlight too bright?
Or hold on, let me guess: it's me..
'Cause life's not a movie, you don't get your own ending
so leave me alone and just stop pretending.
I'm not a lover and I'm not a dreamer,
so just count me out, count me out.
"C'mon, you gotta let this go.
C'mon, we gotta take control."
C'mon, I'll never let this go,
and I'm not the only one.