Cheap Seats

Sun high on the last day of a dry spell I'll be honest buddy I could drink the lake Moon dying on the highway by the low hills As I count my mistakes As I count my mistakes and lucky breaks Goodbye through the filter on a phone-line I'll be honest baby I stopped listening Both trying to find rhythm but there's no time To notice much of anything to notice much of anything And hey If it's the last act of the good time show If it's a standing ovation when I go I'm still an actor being swallowed by his shadow Godspeed to the rainstorm heading toward us See that noisy forest withering away Old friends saying couldn't we get a chorus 'Cause I guess I kept 'em waiting, l guess they had to wait But hey If it's the last act of the good time show If it's a standing ovation when I go I'm still an actor being swallowed by his shadow Find me in the cheap seats singing Find me in the cheap seats singing Kid traded painted poems like a birthright I'll be honest, I could not change anything Born crooked, can't help striving for the good life Like I know what it means, like I know what it means But hey If there's an encore to the good time show If they'll be playing me off before I go Maybe standing in the spotlight casts a shadow Find me in the cheap seats singing Find me in the cheap seats singing