The actor, oh, the actor, so spotless and correct Building perfect fences around opinions you collect And the secret's in showing a thick skin The one who points the finger while his feet remain at rest Is better than the one who stumbles trying to take steps And in the end, he'll learn not to try again Wait, you can't change your mind, it's too late At least I feel it should be, but the weight, Of things you told me were not real Is breaking the ground beneath me