No Pioneer
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
No Pionero
Dijiste que no se te subiría a la cabeza
El foco ha añadido diez libras a ella
Los elogios propios son autodestructivos
Eres un mal acto de magia, un viejo riff reciclado
No eres un pionero
¿Quién serás mañana?
Las cartas que sostenías mostraban una escalera real
La multitud pensaba que eras perspicaz
Yo pensaba que estaban locos
Me retuerzo al ver tu gran final
Te contorsionas para la multitud, tomas un merecido aplauso
¿Quién serás mañana?
Cada vez que cambian las estaciones
Siento esa punzada de incertidumbre
No has aprendido nada
No estás recordando
Tus nuevos amigos, no son pioneros
No eres un pionero