One day you're certain of how things will be Then you're bewildered And robbed of your glee This is what happens next As the curtains are drawn The stage of your life revealed But the script is now gone
The questions in your eyes "What's the meaning of it all?" To which your heart replies: "This is much less like a play and more like a grand ball"
The stage is now filled with song All the cast of your play are now dancing And you're itching to dance along Now you can't stop your feet from their tapping
Soon enough you'll start to think "Perhaps I'll write again" With your reasons indistinct "A script may help this dance" You so easily forget exactly how this ends
Inspired, rewired you calculate the steps Each movement to the moment An elaborate conquest You find such comfort in the orchestration You must determine how the plot unfolds
Making rigid demands of your cast They seem so unconcerned with the things you ask
Still they keep on dancing on Just as though you don't have a say In the choice of routine or song And isn't it better that way?
This is what happens when you realize you're not in control Some days you'll bear the load And others you won't
This is what happens when you realize you're not in control Some days you'll bear the load And others you won't
This is what happens when you realize you're not in control Some days you'll bear the load And others you won't