The curtain draws back
Spotlight on a king-sized bed
A broken man lay in solitude
Reliving every tear shed
He\'s grown weary of the act
The same scenes, day after day
Yeah, it\'s the role of a lifetime
A part he was born to play
Born in the land of pines
Five of five, son of an Airman\'s wife
It\'s a quickly written background
A simple, and ordinary life
An outcast, an odd young man
The walk was easier with his own
Sitting outside the favored crowd
That was how he was known
After years of starring as loner
A loving light as bright as the sun
Took our hero by surprise
Her beauty was equal to none
Good things don\'t last forever
That vision began to fade
Shaken by stolen innocence
And ended by loss of faith
With little will to carry on
Concealing pain by hiding away
With a heart as cold as stone
He admits to have lost his way
But he\'s grown weary of the act
The same scenes, day after day
It was the role of a lifetime
A part he was born to play
When mercy finds him
The curtain will close on an empty stage