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