Sun high on the last day of a dry spell
I'll be honest buddy I could drink the lake
Moon dying on the highway by the low hills
As I count my mistakes, as I count my mistakes
And lucky breaks

Goodbye through the filter on a phone-line
I'll be honest baby I stopped listening
Both trying to find rhythm but there's no time
To notice much of anything, to notice much of anything

And hey
If its the last act of the good time show
If its a standing ovation when I go
I'm still an actor being swallowed by his shadow

Godspeed to the rainstorm heading for us
See that noisy forest withering away
Old friends saying couldn't we get a chorus
'Cause I guess I kept em waiting, I guess they had to wait

But hey
If it's the last act of the good time show
If it's a standing ovation when I go
I'm still an actor being swallowed by his shadow

Whoa
Find me in the cheap seats singing
Whoa
Find me in the cheap seats singing

Kid traded painted poems like a birthright
I'll be honest, I could not change anything
Born crooked, can't help striving for the good life
Like I know what it means, like I know what it means

But hey
If there's an encore to the good time show
If they'll be playing me off before I go
Maybe standing in the spotlight casts a shadow

Whoa
Find me in the cheap seats singing
Whoa
Find me in the cheap seats singing
Whoa
Find me in the cheap seats singing
Whoa
Find me in the cheap seats singing