Jars Of Clay - Boy On A String
from the album "Jars Of Clay"
from the album "Frail (Demo)" (demo)
The marionette has you numbered
Pulling your arms and legs till you
can't stand on your own
Dragging your conscience on the stage
and your heart
gets rearranged, and you cannot tell
your mentor from your Maker
Looks at the crowds bleeding with laughter
Over the way you entertain at
beckon call
They don't see behind the lights or
the painted background
They just like to see you fall
But you don't really mind
Cause you're just wasting time
You can't feel anything
Just a boy on a string
I feel a sadness like Gapetto
watching the life that he created run away
Seeing the puppeteer's intrusion and
holding the remains
of puppets that had rotted away
One day the curtain will not open
And all of the crowds will go away
Someday those strings will
choke you
But until that day
But you don't really mind
Cause you're just wasting time
You can't feel anything
Just a boy on a string