You said you wouldn't let it go to your head. The spotlight has added ten pounds to it. Self accolades are self defeating; You're a bad magic act, an old riff rehashed. You're no pioneer. Who will you be tomorrow? The cards you were holding bore a royal flush. Your face showing bluff The crowd thought you insightful. I thought they were nuts. I cringe at the sight of your grand finale. You're a bad magic act, an old riff rehashed. Still no pioneer. Who will you be tomorrow? Who will you be tomorrow? Every time the seasons change I get that uncertain sting. Every time the seasons change And you haven't learned a thing. Every time the seasons change And you're not remembering Every time the seasons change And you're not remember. Who will you be tomorrow? Who will you be tomorrow? And your new friends They're no pioneers They're no pioneers You're no pioneer And your new friends They're no pioneers You're no pioneer You're no pioneer