It's raining in New York City
I might drive to your city tonight
Try to find all my security
To all my fears that turned out lies
Fears that I never liked
Tears that I never cried
Or cried
My life's just like a movie
While I'm the cameraman
See everybody doing something and nothing
Oh man
Oh man
I've been moving slowly
On to better things
In the end it's only
What the credits bring
Oh man
Oh man













Oh man



What the credits bring
I've spoken to guys that I need more control
Don't need no product with my fifty clubs
Falling off llamants, thumbs up Those who need something more
I just want something more
I just want something more
Something more
I've spoken to guys that I need more control
Don't need no product with my fifty colors
I'm falling, I'm flying, it's not what we're told
I just want something more
I just want something more
I just want something more
Something more
Something more
Something more
Something more
My life's just like a movie
But I'm the cameraman
See everybody doing something and nothing
Amen
Amen
I've been moving slowly
On the better things
In the end it's only
What the credits bring