Tal Bachman

On a television screen
Like a technicolour dream
I watch the crowd surround you
And you act so nonchalant
As you pass the debutantes
Who know you as they found you
So what is it like on the inside
You live the high life
You walk in the room with your
Attitude
Youve got an awful lot to prove
At the end of the day
When you walk away
Are you on the darker side of blue
You used to be
Someone just like me
Do you wonder what youre missing