The Actor

The actor sits in a windowless room

Applying his makeup, remembering his friends

They're all dead now, or married with children

It's the very same thing where the actor is concerned

He loves his life but it's such an awful lot

With faking his feelings and fumblin' around

Ties the laces on his favorite shoe

At least that's what he feels like his character would do

It's not his life

For the next two hours

Yeah he is ours

Beneath the lights

The actor tries not to drink until after the work is all over but sometimes he must

Silence the chorus of voices and noise of orders and order his mind to shut up

He loves his job, but it's the kind of a job

Where you sit and you sit and you sit and you sit

So he shows the butler his favorite shirt

'Cause that's what he feels like his character would do

It's not his life

For the next two hours

Yeah he is ours

Beneath the lights

Oh and when it's over

The man will go out

And drink to black out

Every night

The actor sits in a windowless room

Applyin' his makeup, rememberin' his friends

They're all dead now, or married with kids

It's the very same thing

Oh and when it's over

The man will go out

And drink to black out

Every night

Oh and when it's over

The man will go out

And drink to black out

Every night