A Makeover

It's like a makeover when the filming's over

And she doesn't know

How to fix it so that it'll stay

And she can't figure out

How to tease out her hair that way herself

And when she wakes up all the make-up

Has rubbed away

And she doesn't know how to find her face

It was only for one single day

That you looked so beautiful, baby

Now your cheeks have gone pale

And your roots dark gray

And though they nod as they notice you're nice

Baby, nobody's noticing twice

Dim the lights as your memory of paradise fades

I'm like an architect who cashed his check

But he doesn't let on

That it's the last one he'll get

Though he knows the funds have run dry

He wants to have fun for one final night

Staring out at a skyline that he'll never change

They're saying, "Though we like all things that you've made

Notice no one remembers your name

As you float through time

Feel your powers decline day by day

You're like a convert who goes back to work

When he can't retrieve how the clarity actually felt

When his co-workers ask him the words won't come out

And in three weeks his new leaf has blown away

And it feels just like an average day

Facing walls talking into the phone

Sitting dumbly in church all alone Picking back up the magazines he'd thrown away

Well, convert, what your god whispered into youl ear

You forgot once that god disappeared

And that life-changing day

Well, you just felt it fade

But, of course you know, it's got to fade

You know it's got to fade

Oh you know, it's got to fade"

And, falling down on the couch, he says

"It's perfectly that way"