[Verse 1] There's a ballroom at the edge of the century Where the favored ones spin without effort Their invitations arrived before birth Written in blood that runs clean The rest of us press against the glass Watching their waltz in perfect time We were born facing backward Reaching for kingdoms already dust [Chorus] Some are chosen for the dance While we wander through the wrong lifetime (wrong lifetime) Born too late or too early for our own skins (can't get back, can't get back) The grand procession moves without us And we're left holding tickets to a show that closed [Verse 2] I knew a man who made his fortune young Built an empire from want and wire But his eyes stayed hungry, stayed hollow Like he was searching for a door he'd missed I knew a woman who lived in three centuries at once Wore her grandmother's rings and spoke in old prayers Said this world doesn't fit her right Like a coat tailored for someone else's frame [Chorus] Some are chosen for the dance While we wander through the wrong lifetime (wrong lifetime) Born too late or too early for our own skins (can't get back, can't get back) The grand procession moves without us And we're left holding tickets to a show that closed [Guitar Solo] [Bridge] Progress marches with its banners high But some of us are orphans of time Neither here nor there Just ghosts at the feast [Chorus] Some are chosen for the dance While we wander through the wrong lifetime (wrong lifetime) Born too late or too early for our own skins (can't get back, can't get back) The grand procession moves without us And we're left holding tickets to a show that closed (show that closed) [Outro] The ballroom spins We watch from outside The ballroom spins
