We are like kids in a play
Set in the Victorian age
We only know what to say
Because we practiced at home
Or rehearsed on the bus
Next to kids just like us
Who couldn't help but think we were weird

And you would open your mouth and it would kill me
Just start to speak of the South, like I had been there
And you would forgive yourself as you map my words
I think it's your turn to leave and throw a fit
And I will mumble and grieve and then sigh
Brings the crowd to their feet and almost makes you cry

What if no one comes
What if we get bored
Will you fit my clothes
If we should switch roles
Here we go

We're like kids in a play
Set in the Victorian age
We only know what to say
Because we practiced at home
Or we rehearsed on the bus
Next to kids just like us
Who couldn't help but think, they couldn't help it
They couldn't help it...