The Opening Act

There's a big fat man on a mechanical bull
In slow motion like Debra Winger
And he gets knocked off and I think he's hurt
It's a bitch facing facts and figures

There's a band on stage that used to be huge
They're on but no one's listening
And they're asked to turn down, they politely oblige
Ain't no such thing as a free ride

And it ain't my night and it ain't my town
And I hare being condescending
It's just the opening slot and I hit my mark
And leave as the crowd is thinning

The man's on the guest list
So I guess it will be alright
Said, the man's on the guest list
So I guess it will be alright
Said, the man's on the guest list
So I guess it will be alright
The man's on the guest list

In a little while the paramedics come
And they haul off that Urban Bovine Kneivel
And I see my friend, I gave him all my money
I tell myself it's a necessary evil

And it's all such a fleeting thing
So I guess I'd best try and enjoy it
All those beauty and just enough time
To figure out how to destroy it
I'm just the opening act

And it ain't my crowd and it ain't my night
But I'd be lying if I said I can't relate
Just the opening act and the van is packed
And I'm hauling ass to another state

And I'm driving north as the sun is rising over a Technicolor horizon
I reached out to touch you but you're not there, a thousand miles away from here
And I turned the radio, heard some preacher talking salvation
And the tank is half full, I reached over and changed the station
I'm just the opening act