BOY ON A STRING
(JARS OF CLAY)
The marionetter has your number,
Pullin' your arms and legs so you can't stand on your own,
Draggin' your conscience on the stage,
And your heart gets rearranged...
Cannot tell your mentor from your maker...
Look at the crowd gleaming with laughter,
Over the way you entertain at beck and call.
They don't see behind the lights, or the painted background;
They just like to see you fall...
And you don't really mind,
And you're just wasting time...
You don't feel anything,
You're a boy on a string...
He feels a sadness like Gepetto,
Watching the life that he created run away,
Seeing the puppeteer's intrustion,
Holding the remains
Of puppets that have rotted away...
One day the curtain will not open,
And all of the crowds will go away...
Some time those strings will choke you,
But until that day...
(The song goes on, but in this human video, I end it right there)