An Exit

The actor bows to a crowd
So completely in another age
Stumbles toward a pale room
Turn another page
The pulsing of the gauge
The eyes turn to a frame
And all that is saved
From the roles he played

He looks to the door
And finds it no longer a race
He is looking through the door
And finds it no longer a race

The light is partially glazed
Silence of the screen
The lines they cannot agree
And it's contrary to belief
The browning of the page
From all the yesterdays

He looks to the door
And finds it no longer a race
He is looking through the door
And finds it no longer a race
He looks to the door
And finds it no longer a race
He is looking through the door
And finds it no longer a race

Eyes to a frame
Are all he saves
Eyes to a frame
Are all he saves

He looks to the door
And finds it no longer a race
He is looking through the door
And finds it no longer a race
He looks to the door
And finds it no longer a race
He is looking through the door
And finds it no longer a race