Lyrics

I grew up to be king of the plastic bag tree
where understudies rule with second place nominees
our arms are open wide to all the one hit wonders
and all the olympic athletes that bring home the copper

all your red ballons, hopelessly marooned
and all your paper kites, one day left behind

all lost hope, orphaned dreams, end up in plastic bag trees
from the boulevard to 42nd street, we are the same we were just... a little bit older

i grew up to be king of the plastic bag trees, part time pay the rent, part time celebrity (wannabee)
in this town im never alone witha thousand orphan annies
who'll all love me tomorrow for a chance at tin pan alley

all your red ballons, hopelessly marooned
and all your paper kites, one day left behind

all lost hope, orphaned dreams, end up in plastic bag trees
from the boulevard to 42nd street its just one big plastic bag tree

like a circus lion with out any teeth, we end up in plastic bag trees
like marylin who can o.d., we end up in plastic bag trees
like a greyhound who cant compete, we end up in plastic bag trees
like willy loeman who cant succeed, we end up in plastic bag trees
like a one hit wonder who cant repeat, we are the same we were just... older, a lit bit older