There’s no one around But the two old-timers who visit when they’re in town The credits are rolling as they walk out I get to my screen With the phantom audience sat there waiting for me But they don’t complain where I take a seat It seems Even now, I still stop by Most stories look better wide And I feel at peace here, ’cause While the adverts might’ve changed The popcorn tastes the same And in the end the day’s always saved So once the picture stops I let the hours pa**, distracted in the dark Even now, I still stop by Most stories look better wide And I feel at peace here, until The lights come up bright When it’s over I step outside and I think I might get Some dinner somewhere nice Tonight