When I was a little boy, I looked under the stairs, The King and the Pawns Were caught unawares, Standing in the shadows A whisperer to be, Just fishing in the darkness Of possibilities.
Just look at you now Yeah Look at you now Yeah Oh Look at you now
Among such style and grace Our highest hopes, None standing Still the running joke, Where goes the warm embrace It fades without return It lives to slip through fingertips and burn.
Just look at you now Oh Look at you now Ohh look at you now Ohh Look at you now