No big star would come this far
To win in our game
Big Fish, here in our small pond
Do you call this fame?
Finding it all too painful
Ejected from the game
When you fell out of the spotlight
Who did you blame?
God only knows what lurks
In the heart of such a man
No legend in his own mind
A victim at your own hand
When all the fans are gone
The game's lost or won
Stuck home with the real you
That can't be fun
When all the games are done
Even those you won
Alone with the real you
That won't be fun
At first I felt angry
But now it passed
I somehow
Come in first now
I used to come in last
When all the fans get counted
You're only missing one
Disgruntled fan in the mirror
Your team's down one
Too young to retire
Too old to play the child
Too big to belittle
Have fun for a while
Because no big star
Would come this far to play in our game
Big fish, here in our small pond
Do you call this fame?
Big fish, here in our small pond
Do you call this fame?