The Wrong Song

A twist in the plot, a sleight of hand Spin you around, start over again A scent in the air, the faintest trace Of a strange affair in a familiar place I don't know what it is that you want me to say I don't know why I am dressed this way I don't know why we have cocktails in hand When we're standing in quicksand To open that door's like turning a page A trick of the light and you're center stage But you forgot your lines, you forgot your name You can't remember why you even came I don't know what it is that you want me to say I don't know why I am dressed this way I don't know why we have cocktails in hand When we're standing in quicksand Just when you think You know what's going on When you know all the words But they're playing the wrong song When the house lights go up And the scenery comes down When all you held as true Comes crashing down to the ground It's probably time to make your escape It's probably time for you to find your way It looks like your life so it probably is But it feels like something is slightly amiss Like someone crept into your home as you dreamed And changed all the locks but then left you the keys I don't know what it is that you want me to say I don't know why I am dressed this way I don't know why we have cocktails in hand When we're standing in quicksand You know all the rules, you can play that game But if you're not really you it just isn't the same So you wake in the dark just to trip over things An exultation of larks, minus the wings I don't know what it is that you want me to say I don't know why I am dressed this way I don't know why we have cocktails in hand When we're standing in quicksand Just when you think You know what's going on When you know all the words But they're playing the wrong song When the house lights go up And the scenery comes down When all you held as true Comes crashing down to the ground It's probably time to make your escape It's probably time for you to find your way Back out of the woods...