Now You're In The Front Row

Now you're in the front row Now you're all alone Now you're taking photographs for them again Now you're heading home With all that sound and all that anger Still singing, pounding in your head As you collapse to slumber in the ghosts Of past advantages, now dead You can barely sleep at all Dreaming of the songs that you would write If you could only care And dreaming of the words that you would shout If there was anyone to shout to out there Like somebody in the front row Who's taking photos of their own Now you're heading home Now you're in the front row For now there's just an inkling A little logo that you draw Something to help you stay up all night, all night Something that's hardly there at all But it makes pictures in your head Now all the words just take their sweet time To say something that you believe in Well, that's such an uphill climb Instead you're standing in the front row And so jealous of the lights again Although tonight you can't remember Why you started down that slide For now you're on the outside Choking on the words that you could shout If there was anyone to dream about at all Like somebody in the front row Who's got an inkling of their own Now they're heading home Now you're in the front row