Silver Screen

I stepped out of the rain and
Shook off the pouring shame and
Thought up another name and
Paid at the desk

They never check I.D. 
And I’m only 17 
But this ain’t the silver screen 
It’s all I got left

Her hair had silver streaks and
I didn’t need to speak 
Cuz she never missed a beat 
And then it was done

It wasn’t good or bad 
But just like a movie ad 
I doubt the whole world is sad.

I stood alone again and
Walked through the stormy pain and
Reviewed the list of things 
I’ll never explain

Secrets kept from yourself 
And unscripted consequences
I guess I’ll never get to 
See how it ends.

 

~ 1997/98