up and down the silver path aided by the draft we ride cars and people signs and hills and steeples drifting on by i see statues in the rain coats and hats and canes they pass wondering if youre right behind staying in the dotted line you fade in you fade out like moving pictures flashes in my mind all you leave behind on the set youre dressed in blue cameras and lights on you with that fearless shaded eye does it ever leave you dry maybe its that heavy load or that open road you live taking photos in my head hearing all that you said told me all those lies left me high and dry all the movie screens love s a blurry scene roll the credits now while you take a bow