Gene Kelly

There’s a boy who sits alone among a thousand little dreams
Wants the break the hearts of hundreds, growing drunk on fevered screams
He’s running from a shadow that has stalked him all his life
It’s the darkness that is lurking when you feel like you’re dropping out of
sight
Well he’s torn himself to pieces and each night he feels the itch
To grab the needle, thread and scalpel
He’ll gather, slice and stich
And he’ll build a brand new person where the current person sits
Until he’s nothing but a patchwork of other people’s greatest hits
And every lost evening while time ticks ever on
He sings for his supper goes home to write songs
Waits for some signal, waits for some break
To make him feel better he’ll say
I wanna dance like Gene Kelly
Dress like Elton John
Give those kids who get me a star to wish upon
Tell the world I’m ready
To write their favourite song
So folks who never met me will miss me when I’m gone
But these dreams don’t keep the lights on, they don’t pay for bread and cheese
There’s no free ticket for the rockstar with the most convincing pleas
And though ambition is a virtue, and desire can breed a king
There’s no reaction without action
There’s no life if you don’t sing
So kiss goodbye to comfort, say hello to fun
Grab your battered guitar
Face the dark and run
Halt the shadows creeping, turn up every dial
And watch the people smile when you say
I wanna dance like Gene Kelly
Dress like Elton John
Give those kids who get me a star to wish upon
Tell the world I’m ready
To write their favourite song
So folks who never met me will miss me when I’m gone