There are songs that sound like movies
There are themes that fill the screen
There are lines I say that sound as if theyâ"š¬â"ž¢re written
There are looks I wear the theater should have seen
But though Iâ"š¬â"ž¢ve made my life a movie
The matinee must end by five
And I must stagger out into the blinding sunlight half alive
Wishing I were back inside the picture show
There where itâ"š¬â"ž¢s always night
Notice how the screen is wide
The second role Iâ"š¬â"ž¢ve said around too tight
Will I stay? Yes, I might
Oh widescreen wider on my eyes
Lie my mind with lies
Find the world like nothing that Iâ"š¬â"ž¢ve seen
Oh widescreen dreams are just my sighs
As we walk from out the movie
Are we acting out a scene
Does the orchestra play chords
When we start loving?
Do we move just like slow motion
On the screen?
Lifeâ"š¬â"ž¢s a constant disappointment
When you live on celluloid
But my movie expectations are a dream I canâ"š¬â"ž¢t avoid
Waiting for a man to say the things
That I heard in the film last night
But he doesnâ"š¬â"ž¢t want to play the role
And he canâ"š¬â"ž¢t pick his cues up right
Will I dream? Yes, I might!
Oh widescreen winding round my eyes
Blinding me with lies
Finding Iâ"š¬â"ž¢ve been fooled by what Iâ"š¬â"ž¢ve seen
No, widescreen dreams are more than you
How can lies be true?
All we have is life and mind
And love we find with a friend
Oh let the movie end...