No Pioneer - A Loss For Words, Jimmy Stadt

You said you wouldn’t let it go to your head

The spotlight has added ten pounds to it

Self accolades are self defeating;

You’re a bad magic act, an old riff rehashed

You’re no pioneer

Who will you be tomorrow?

The cards you were holding bore a royal flush

The crowd thought you insightful

I thought they were nuts

I cringe at the sight of your grand finale

You contort yourself to the crowd take a well deserved bow

Who will you be tomorrow?

Every time the seasons changeI get that uncertain sting

You haven’t learned a thing

You’re not remembering

Your new friends, they’re not pioneers

You’re no pioneer