Another weekend and another boring show,   a thousand faces staring back at you,   expecting you to know an answer. That broken   dressing room star faded years ago, an empty    keeps you smiling and the broken glass keeps   you on your own. And i can see it in in your face    that you'll find your own way home, you believe   you know, and i can see it in your eyes that you know   that your wrong. Another suitcase and another boring    day' a thousand people you once knew all still    expecting you to say the same things. That broken    dressing room star burned out years ago, an empty    bottle keeps you laughing and the broken glass keeps    you on your own. Remember times gone years ago,    you used to be someone now your sitting there drinking on your own.