Ever get that feeling
That you're just an act
Even though you meant it as a fact

And any old equation
You thought that it would do
And you didn't care which way you turned a screw

But the curtain falls much harder
When the stage is made of powder
But the matinee plays on
By the time they fill the seats up
You will be gone

Each time I save my hopes up
They've raised the price again
But I'm looking for a wednesday night friend

I see through your tomorrow baby
Thanks for being kind
But you wouldn't want to know my right mind

There's got to be a 9 o'clock
I think that I can get there
But I'm having trouble staying awake that long