touching
Reality's got two hours that I don’t want to know.
I walk into a moving picture show.
The coming attractions have already played.
But I’m not sorry that I’ve stayed.
Revolving entrance has slammed shut.
I bought a ticket but now I’ve got to ante up.
The popcorn eats up my week’s wage.
The main feature eats up thirty years of my age.
Place is called, “Ineffable picture show.”
I’m wanting to stay and I’m wanting to go.
I’m wanting to jump into the silver screen
So I can hide and at the same time be seen.
The script calls for silence but I’m wanting to scream.
I check my nylons to make sure that each seam
Is as centered as the movie’s theme.
The popcorn eats up my week’s wage.
The main feature eats up thirty years of my age.
Director has made the final cut
But it don’t matter cause I’ve anted up.
Ice cream and candy fill the air.
Soda is flooding everywhere.
I look around; there’s nobody there.
It’s really packed but I mean I don’t care
Cause I’m way up front lost in deep prayer.
The popcorn eats up my week’s wage.
The main feature eats up thirty years of my age.
I lose it all in the eyes of the actor.
It’s his moment of truth but that’s not the factor.
I’m back out on the street and something is taking a hit.
There’s a demonstration but I don’t see it.
My belly's full of popcorn and my heart's so engaged
I ain't looking for those thirty years of age.
No, don't want to find those thirty years of age.
I'm through with those thirty years of age.