His heels are tough and calloused

From the gravel and sidewalks of many barefoot summers

His wings are naked with pride

They refuse to hide from the melting sun

“Take care,” she said with many mouths from many faces,

“this story’s been written before.”

He couldn’t help but notice the players taking their places

Cameras rolled and his epic began … again

Marble statues stand in halls for you

Invulnerable to scrutiny

We claim to be free

Marble statues never get that pain behind their eyes

You know the one

His suspicion grew, one we’ve all had,

Of being typecast as himself

In the film of his life

His humiliation was complete

His salary not even the bottom of the scale

“Don’t take it too personally,” read the leading lady,

“remember what comes before the fall.”

The answer wasn’t summer but something a bit more shady

Cameras rolled and he flubbed his lines … again

Marble statues fall hard for you

Shatter into a million pieces

But only once while we repeat it

Marble statues never met her but he did

This time it’s different

And in the sound of her hair

As it leaps and returns

As she turns and leaves

He hears the last words of every Greek hero

“Cut, print, that’s a wrap!”