ever get that feelingnnthat you're just an actnneven though you meant it as a factnnnnand any old equationnnyou thought that it would donnand you didn't care which way you turned a screwnnnnbut the curtain falls much hardernnwhen the stage is made of powdernnbut the matinee plays onnnby the time they fill the seats upnnyou will be gonennnneach time i save my hopes upnnthey've raised the price againnnbut i'm looking for a wednesday night friendnnnni see through your tomorrow babynnthanks for being kindnnbut you wouldn't want to know my right mindnnnnthere's got to be a 9 o'clocknni think that i can get therennbut i'm having trouble staying awake that longnnnnand there's so many obstaclesnni've put here to distract mennthe keys must be scattered here amongnnnnthere's a matinee tomorrownnthere's a ticket you can borrownnand stay for all three showsnnnnyour friends are gonna be therenneven some that you don't knownnnnnot once did i envisionnni'd be so entertainednnor that i'd want to see it again and againnnnnand never did i count onnnsuch pleasant companynnor that the night would pass by so quicklynnand nownni want to stay till the endnnwith you my friendsnni want to stay till the endnnnnthere's a matinee tomorrownnthere's a ticket you can borrow