Where There s Gold - Dashboard Confessional
Intro:
Step on the stage
The lights the praise
The curtain calls
And the big parade
You know that life all too well
The promise the pain
The valor the rage
Hold up your hands
For the bow and the wave
You know his touch
A little too well
You throw yourself
/
Into their arms
Mistresses have all the fun
/
But no one s ever there to take you home
Box up your gloves and your
Down coats
Bound for the sun and the
West coast
Where upper crust tragedies abound
A tip for the girl at the
Coat check
The guy at the door and the
Bar back
They know your face
Oh so well
/
But movies never made you famous
All your dreams got lost or traded
/
And all you ever cared about got lost
/
But you were surely still an actress
Older men would find attractive
/
And all you ever cared about got lost
Where there s gold, there s a gold digger
You throw yourself
Into their arms
Mistresses have all the fun
But no one s ever there to take you home