Taking everything I've got and left it in a parking lot.
You know the one for broken dreams.
It all about the promised land,
a parlor trick,
a slide up,
and it's just another bait and switch, it seems.
Chasing castles in the sky,
success is just a contact eye.
It's just another party for a rented costume.
Never knowing what to say.
Someone always has a better way,
but I'm still the biggest critic in the room.
Where's it all in tune?
Is it tangled up in blue?
Dead ends or the burned out bridges
and the walls I'm breaking through?
Do you know my name at all when I hear their begging call?
Don't know what you're thinking,
but I never had a chance.
Feels like all I'm getting is the
same old song and dance I wish I knew.
Your point of view.
I wonder where I'll go from here.
The answer's never seen real clear and
exposure still hasn't paid my rent.
Maybe I'll just put it down,
a different dream,
a different town.
I'm just another carny looking for a circus tent.
A circus tent.
Where's it all in tune?
Is it tangled up in blue?
Dead ends or the burned out bridges
and the walls I'm breaking through?
Do you know my name at all when I hear their begging call?
Don't know what you're thinking,
but I never had a chance.
Feels like all I'm getting is the
same old song and dance I wish I knew.
Your point of view.
Don't know what you're thinking,
but I never had a chance.
Feels like all I'm getting is the
same old song and dance I wish I knew.
Your point of view.
Hey!
Taking everything I've got and left it in a parking lot.
No one for broken dreams.