[Music - P. Craddick & D. Ott / Lyrics - D. Ott]



Frightened -- trying to decide

Which way do I side

Can't make up my mind this time

Searching -- curiosity's burning

Just what am I learning

From all this wasted time

Waiting in line?



Wrapped up in

What might have been

I just pretend

That luck was seized from me

All alone ( but on the throne )

The King of tragedy

Caught up in what could be

If only God had smiled on me

Another dance with circumstance

For His Majesty



Crying

My bitter tongue denying

A life wasted in trying

To rise from the bed I've made

Where I lay

Screaming

My aching head is reeling

The crown of thorns I'm feeling

Made by my own hands

Do you understand?



Wrapped up in

What might have been

I just pretend

That luck was seized from me

All alone ( but on the throne )

The King of tragedy

Caught up in what could be

If only God had smiled on me

Another dance with circumstance

For His Majesty



Neither her nor there

In between is where I'm found

Holding court with my excuses:

Will the King ever denounce his crown ??



Wrapped up in

What might have been

I just pretend

That luck was seized from me

All alone ( but on the throne )

The King of tragedy

Caught up in what could be

If only God had smiled on me

Another dance with circumstance

For His Majesty