Josh Jopling Group - Camera One Lyrics
The sandy haired son of hollywoodLost his faith in all thats goodClosed the curtain, unplugged the clockHung his clothes on the shower rodBut he never got undressedAnd no, he never made a messIts funny how life turns outThe odds of faith in the face of doubtCamera one closes inThe soundtrack startsThe scene beginsYoure playing you nowYoure playing you nowYoure playing you nowYoure playing you nowYoure playing you nowTake a bowTake a bowThe trophy wife from palisadesWhose yearbook beauty never fadesSits and watches the sea fold inAnd wonders what might have beenIf she could ever have the chanceWould she do it all again?Its funny how life turns outThe odds of faith in the face of doubtCamera one closes inThe soundtrack startsThe scene beginsYoure playing you nowYoure playing you nowYoure playing you nowYoure playing you nowYoure playing you nowTake a bowTake a bowOn the cornerBy his streetsHe sits in his lawnchairIn the heatSightseers seeWhat they wantTheyre selling star-mapsTo the sunThe sunny-haired son of hollywoodLost his faith in all thats goodClosed the curtain, unplugged the clockHung his clothes on the shower rodBut he didnt get undressedAnd no, he didnt seem depressedIts funny how life turns outThe odds of faith in the face of doubtCamera one closes inThe soundtrack startsThe scene beginsYoure playing you nowYoure playing you nowYoure playing you nowYoure playing you nowYoure playing you nowYoure playing you nowYoure playing you nowTake a bowTake a bowTake a bowTake a bow
