Bill Payne, Paul Barrere, Fred Tackett



Every night she sits there TV blasting in her face

People runnin' runnin' to and fro, it's such a frantic pace

But in her hand she's got control, remote as that may seem

A certifiable obsession a broadcast malady

When all is said and done she's in love with the silver screen

With the silver screen



Video tape movies where she cashes in her dreams

Ghostly illuminations how they brighten up her scene

Her perception of reception is her lone reality

What to eat and what to wear she edits out without a care

The rest falls through the cracks, an unconscious stream

When all is said and done she's in love with the silver screen

With the silver screen



In a city full of wishes that she shut out long ago

If wishes were a penny we all know which way she'd go

Gvien choice 'tween perfect health and peace throughout the world

Apocalypse utopia or space not explored

When all is said and done she's in love with the silver screen