Song Description

Semi autobiographical.

Lyrics

The Actor
I won't tell you all my name
It doesn't really matter
'Though you think you know the face
You see only an actor

I'm only me, a character I hardly know
My lines too weak, the scenes too vague, my plot too slow

Once I had a dream,
To play the King in London
A fanfare for my theme
And an eagle for my emblem

I'm only me, a king who lost his holy grail,
The chalice smashed, his friends dispersed, condemned to fail

Yet in the ashes of defeat,
We see the depth of our illusions
For although the wounds are deep,
The seeds are sown for our redemption

I'm only me, an actor cast, to play the fool
To howl my songs to broken hearts from wooden stools

And the role became a life
That I played without direction
I have watched the time go by
In the halls of desolation

I'm only me, myself still hardest to reveal,
The king long dead, the fool returns, the crown to steal
I'm only me, its time to heed the actors call
The lights go down; applause begins, the curtain falls.