Boy On A String

(альбом: Jars Of Clay - 1995)

Four

Marionette has your number
He's pulling your arms and legs 'til you can't stand on your own
Dragging your conscience on the stage and your heart gets rearranged
Cannot tell your mentor from your Maker

Look at the crowd bleating 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
And you don't feel anything
You're a boy on a string

I feel the sadness like Geppetto
Watching the life that he created run away
Seeing the puppeteer's intrusion and holding the remains
Of puppets that had rotted away

One day the curtain will not open (will not open)
And all of the crowds will go away (crowds will go away)
Sometimes those strings will choke you
But until that day

No, you won't really mind
And you're just wasting time
And you don't feel anything
You're a boy on a string

Just a boy, just a boy, just a boy, just a boy
Just a boy, just a boy, just a boy, just a boy
Just a boy, just a boy, just a boy, just a boy
Just a boy, just a boy, just a boy, just a boy
Just a boy, just a boy, just a boy, just a boy

And you don't really mind
And you're just wasting time
And you don't feel anything
You're a boy on a string

'Cause you don't really mind
And you're just wasting time
You don't feel anything
You're a boy on a string
Just a boy on a string