Lyrics

You're heading out
On a little boat
Got all your gear
To stay afloat
So you think you're ready to face the turbulence

You?re dreaming how
You're gonna get out of here
?Cause what you have found
Throughout all these years
Is that nothing has ever changed

Oh you're finding out
That you?re drifting off
Into the emptiness of being lost
'Cause you always look the the way
To be apart of the parade

Solo

What is it like to be on display?
Do you think you can take
What the others may say?
As in a stolen moment from a photograph
Is about having the last laugh

You think you, James Dean, Brando and Cary Grant
Belong in the same league of extravagance
And then you find out with all that you get
Is as meaningful as the smoke from your cigarette