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