Famous Friends
You stand there talking to your famous friends
I'll be a tether to the life you led before
A human image of your humble upbringing
I am statue still and pointed to the door

Silver spoons eating up your stories
Getting locked in that old attic, hearing ghostly wails
You're down to earth; I'm just ordinary
A hapless stowaway on your upward trail

But we were brothers once, you and I
Have you finally gone dim from the glorious light
That surrounds you at all times?
I'd hold up fingers, but you won't look me in the eye

Bronze of skin
White of teeth
Red of wine
Blue of face
Black of heart
Clear of mind
You stand there talking to your famous friends
I'll be imagining their plans get overturned
But it's not too late to leave this acting rich and talking cheap
We can just laugh and watch the mansions burn