Silver screen
by Steven Clotzman

I live alone in a crowded home
In a world no one else can see
And in this chair I sit and stare
At all the things I used to be
The TV’s just a distraction
The nurse, an extra in this scene
They can’t undo my thought of you
Up there on the silver screen

I got a son, he sometimes comes
If and when he has the time
I don’t complain, I was once the same
Always busy trying to keep what was mine
His mother, she was our anchor
And she’d understand what it means
To not forget the day we met
Up there on the silver screen

I’m so sad, I’m so sad
My imagination’s about to drive me mad
We had no money but the time we had!
With our Hollywood endings

Ninety years of debts and fears
All of it gone in a short while
They’ll say it’s age that makes the sage
Then treat you like you’re just a child
To think I once had ambitions
And even one or two dreams
But in my mind you’re still divine
Up there on the silver screen

I’m so sad, I’m so sad
My imagination’s about to drive me mad
We had no money but the time we had!
With our Hollywood endings

I’m so sad, I’m so sad
My imagination’s about to drive me mad
We had no money but the time we had!
With our Hollywood endings


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