I'm surprised and I admit it
I'm surprised it's true
To have grown up, to become
It's a man that worries his friends
I carry chocolate with me everywhere
I sing like a crooked seahorse
I float like a cello

[Chorus]
In the old theater, going out
Coming, coming out
The old theater

And in the quiet parts
You can hear the traffic past

[Chorus]
The old theater, going out
Coming, coming out
Slow motion
I'm on time

[Bridge x2]
You can keep
How I imagine you to be
I'm afraid I may have said
Something I didn't intend to say

The reoccurring image
Jumps one plate to the next
And in the quiet moments
They hear traffic pass

I'm afraid I may have said
Something I didn't intend to say