You're a stowaway, you stay when others leave
You're a castaway, you have no place to be
You're a vagabond in the emperor's new clothes
You're a debutante every time you pass the door
You are chivalry underneath your armored suite
You're the pied piper as you play your golden flute
I'm a prisoner very time you say these words
Sing your siren song though your tune will go unheard
But when the evening falls, when company takes leave
When the mirror is your only friend
When the masquerade is gone, when the sun has long gone down
Who is it that will return again?
You're a scavenger, take what others leave behind
You're an emperor, and your rule is fair and kind
You're an architect with a powerful design
You're a silhouette, a small shadow of your life
You're a holy man with a vision for us all
You're the paradigm of a child's unanswered call
You're a melody, your tendrils long and wide
You're the remedy for the vacuum far inside