Starring Icarus

Riding in the backseat, he would peer straight out the window
A squinted eye and spaceship in his hand
A boy will use his dreams to fuel his plans
Off to the sun, up would look everyone

And now he is a grown-up in the world's most boring movie
All cameras pointing elsewhere, fickle fame
A cast of thousands does not know his name
He's not in the credits, his life needs an edit

And when his wings break
He'll be falling down
And you, you won't hear when he
Hits the ground

Now we're at the slow part where he stares into the mirror
Shaves his face and shuffles off to work
CSA typecasted as "a jerk"
He's played this scene before, he only has to do 6, 000 more

He hopes and prays his screenplay will find a better agent
But no one wants to option War and Peace
He needs to trim it down to say the least
Spoiler alert, the real world hurts

And when his wings break
He'll be falling down
And you, you won't hear when he
Hits the ground

Can we fast forward to the end?
Or hit rewind to that scene where the boy can dream again?
and if only he could fly
Or nail that one audition for somebody else's life

And when his wings break
He'll be falling down
And you, you won't hear when he
Hits the ground

And when his wings break
He'll be falling down
And you, you won't hear when he
Hits the ground