The sandy haired son of Hollywood
Lost his faith in all that's good
Closed the curtain, unplugged the clock

Hung his clothes on the shower rod
But he never got undressed
And no, he never made a mess


It's funny how life turns out
The odds of faith in the face of doubt

Camera One closes in
The soundtrack starts
The scene begins


You're playing you now
You're playing you now

You're playing you now
You're playing you now
You're playing you now

Take a bow
Take a bow


The trophy wife from Palisades
Whose yearbook beauty never fades
Sits and watches the sea fold in

And wonders what might have been
If she could ever have the chance
Would she do it all again?


It's funny how life turns out
The odds of faith in the face of doubt

Camera One closes in
The soundtrack starts
The scene begins


You're playing you now
You're playing you now

You're playing you now
You're playing you now
You're playing you now

Take a bow
Take a bow


On the corner
By his streets
He sits in his lawnchair

In the heat
Sightseers see
What they want

They're selling star-maps
To the sun


The sunny-haired son of Hollywood
Lost his faith in all that's good
Closed the curtain, unplugged the clock

Hung his clothes on the shower rod
But he didn't get undressed
And no, he didn't seem depressed


It's funny how life turns out
The odds of faith in the face of doubt

Camera One closes in
The soundtrack starts
The scene begins


You're playing you now
You're playing you now

You're playing you now
You're playing you now
You're playing you now

You're playing you now
You're playing you now
Take a bow

Take a bow
Take a bow
Take a bow