Strutting down the avenue, with a sneer and a swagger High and mighty, in his mind, no one else seems to matter Mirrored shades and a tilted crown, he walks without a care In his world, he's the king, a throne of hot air Oh, he's the man with the grand plan, thinks he's made of gold But deep down, just a clown, in a story often told Arrogance is his dance, but the music's getting old One day he'll stand alone, in the silence, oh so cold Talks so loud, but says so little, words without the weight Promises like castles, built on sand, they won't stay straight He's got opinions, oh so many, more than stars in the sky But ask for wisdom, or some kindness, and you'll hear the crickets cry Oh, he's the man with the grand plan, thinks he's made of gold But deep down, just a clown, in a story often told Arrogance is his dance, but the music's getting old One day he'll stand alone, in the silence, oh so cold Oh, he's the man with the grand plan, thinks he's made of gold But deep down, just a clown, in a story often told Arrogance is his dance, but the music's getting old One day he'll stand alone, in the silence, oh so cold But the world spins not around him, though he'd beg to differ And the Sun doesn't rise just to see him glimmer There's a lesson to be learned, in the echoes of his steps Humility's a virtue, that he hasn't grasped yet Oh, he's the man with the grand plan, thinks he's made of gold But deep down, just a clown, in a story often told Arrogance is his dance, but the music's getting old One day he'll stand alone, in the silence, oh so cold Oh, he's the man with the grand plan, thinks he's made of gold But deep down, just a clown, in a story often told Arrogance is his dance, but the music's getting old One day he'll stand alone, in the silence, oh so cold Oh, he's the man with the grand plan, thinks he's made of gold But deep down, just a clown, in a story often told Arrogance is his dance, but the music's getting old One day he'll stand alone, in the silence, oh so cold So let him walk his walk, until the path runs out The chorus of the humble, is what life's about And when the curtain falls, on his one-man show Maybe then he'll see, how much he didn't know So let him walk his walk, until the path runs out The chorus of the humble, is what life's about And when the curtain falls, on his one-man show Maybe then he'll see, how much he didn't know