(Brian Woodbury)
You’re out of sight. You’re out of the limelight.
Gone to where the shadows go.
You got the time, but never got the timin’ right.
Starrin’ in the shadow show (of your own obscurity).
Couldn’t scale the fence. Couldn’t make a dime.
So you built a fence and dared ’em all to climb.
You can’t give up. You never had that foresight.
Clingin’ to the afterglow.
Stalled in all the status quo.
Knowin’ what all shadows know.
Went out, made a name for yourself,
an ass of yourself, claim to fame for yourself.
Spent out, with no money to gain.
No glory or pain but obscurity.
You’re on a roll, on a road hard and rocky,
skiddin’ down that rutted row.
You’re out of luck but you’re still feeling lucky.
Cryin’ what the shadows crow (within your own obscurity).
Keep it to yourself. Anyone can whine.
No one’s gonna care. Your posterity is mine.
But you stay on track ’cause backin out is tacky.
Surge against the overflow.
Or slacken in that undertow.
Knowin’ what all shadows know.
Go out, make a name for yourself,
an ass of yourself, claim to fame for yourself.
No route to the money or gain.
No glory or pain but obscurity.
But look into your heart. See it dancin’.
Dancin’ in the shadows of your own obscurity.
Listen your song. Hear it soarin’.
Risin’ from the shadows of your own obscurity.
Celebrate your life, rejoicin’.
Paradin’ in the shadows of your own obscurity.