Four o'clock in the afternoon

and I didn't feel like very much.

I said to myself, "Where are you golden boy,

where is your famous golden touch?"

I thought you knew where

all of the elephants lie down,

I thought you were the crown prince

of all the wheels in Ivory Town.

Just take a look at your body now,

there's nothing much to save

and a bitter voice in the mirror cries,

"Hey, Prince, you need a shave."

Now if you can manage to get

your trembling fingers to behave,

why don't you try unwrapping

a stainless steel razor blade?

That's right, it's come to this,

yes it's come to this,

and wasn't it a long way down,

wasn't it a strange way down?



There's no hot water

and the cold is running thin.

Well, what do you expect from

the kind of places you've been living in?

Don't drink from that cup,

it's all caked and cracked along the rim.

That's not the electric light, my friend,

that is your vision growing dim.

Cover up your face with soap, there,

now you're Santa Claus.

And you've got a gift for anyone

who will give you his applause.

I thought you were a racing man,

ah, but you couldn't take the pace.

That's a funeral in the mirror

and it's stopping at your face.

That's right, it's come to this,

yes it's come to this,

and wasn't it a long way down,

ah wasn't it a strange way down?



Once there was a path

and a girl with chestnut hair,

and you passed the summers

picking all of the berries that grew there;

there were times she was a woman,

oh, there were times she was just a child,

and you held her in the shadows

where the raspberries grow wild.

And you climbed the twilight mountains

and you sang about the view,

and everywhere that you wandered

love seemed to go along with you.

That's a hard one to remember,

yes it makes you clench your fist.

And then the veins stand out like highways,

all along your wrist.

And yes it's come to this,

it's come to this,

and wasn't it a long way down,

wasn't it a strange way down?



You can still find a job,

go out and talk to a friend.

On the back of every magazine

there are those coupons you can send.

Why don't you join the Rosicrucians,

they can give you back your hope,

you can find your love with diagrams

on a plain brown envelope.

But you've used up all your coupons

except the one that seems

to be written on your wrist

along with several thousand dreams.

Now Santa Claus comes forward,

that's a razor in his mit;

and he puts on his dark glasses

and he shows you where to hit;

and then the cameras pan,

the stand in stunt man,

dress rehearsal rag,

it's just the dress rehearsal rag,

you know this dress rehearsal rag,

it's just a dress rehearsal rag