[Music - P. Craddick & D. Ott / Lyrics - D. Ott]

Frightened -- trying to decide

Which way do I side
Can't make up my mind this time
Searching -- curiosity's burning

Just what am I learning
From all this wasted time
Waiting in line?


Wrapped up in
What might have been

I just pretend
That luck was seized from me
All alone ( but on the throne )

The King of tragedy
Caught up in what could be
If only God had smiled on me

Another dance with circumstance
For His Majesty


Crying
My bitter tongue denying
A life wasted in trying

To rise from the bed I've made
Where I lay
Screaming

My aching head is reeling
The crown of thorns I'm feeling
Made by my own hands

Do you understand?

Wrapped up in

What might have been
I just pretend
That luck was seized from me

All alone ( but on the throne )
The King of tragedy
Caught up in what could be

If only God had smiled on me
Another dance with circumstance
For His Majesty


Neither her nor there
In between is where I'm found

Holding court with my excuses:
Will the King ever denounce his crown ??


Wrapped up in
What might have been
I just pretend

That luck was seized from me
All alone ( but on the throne )
The King of tragedy

Caught up in what could be
If only God had smiled on me
Another dance with circumstance

For His Majesty