| So many stories I could tell
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| I had the world under my spell
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| Does this even ring a bell?
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| I wonder because
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| Don’t you know who I was?
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| Interest in me dissipated
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| All my methods antiquated
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| I’ve been cast away
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| Lost and friendless today
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| I made a name for myself
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| When one could do such a thing
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| A reputation that’s held
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| Together by string
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| And so I chose to cherish those
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| Who think there’s some purity
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| To fading into obscurity
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| What works on paper
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| Has the tendency to ride on vapor
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| Sometimes what’s not to love
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| But then other times what’s to like
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| I’m unable to tell if I know who I am
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| A modest success a shill or a sham
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| I’m not a afraid of what I’ve made
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| But my trajectory
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| Has me fading into obscurity
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| You kids’ll have to fend for yourselves
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| Because your mother’s gone, and as for the elves
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| Who used to do all the work around here
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| Well they’re not gonna do it anymore
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| You kids can kiss your mother goodbye
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| And I’ll give you twenty minutes to cry
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| She used to do all the work around here
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| But she’s not gonna do it anymore
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| And you’re getting to old to be cared for by me
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| And for that matter
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| This cake is baked but I much prefer the batter
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| Perhaps in part because it had so much potential
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| To be delicious and still be influential
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| I’m undecided
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| If the evidence that I have provided
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| Explains what I mean
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| It’s too late now cause I can’t see or be seen
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| And I know you don’t shrug through my tears
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| So I’m not gonna shed 'em anymore
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| Out of favor with the flavor of the week’s where I’ll be
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| And fading into obscurity
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| An outsider but in good company
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| Oh yeah
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| I’m fading into obscurity
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| I’m undecided |