Now that it’s over
Your career is behind you
It’s time you got to thinking
What on earth you’re going to do
It’s up to you now
To decide what to do now
Make your mind up for yourself
No star on your dressing room door
Producers don’t ring you anymore
You find you’ve been left on the shelf
You were in the big time
Can you get used to being small?
The toast of the jet set
Invites to every party and ball
You’re left with seclusion
Living an illusion
Existing on dreams and memories
You have fallen from grace
No one wants to see your face
Your mirror is your only audience
You sit there in your bed sitter
Only photographs to keep you company
To remind you of your good times
And the celebrity you used to be
The talk of the Sundays
They were such fun days
Now they’re behind you for good
No more adulation
No Oscar nomination
Your mirror is your only audience
No more gala premieres
No dining with lord mayors
Your mirror is your only audience
(Eric Baldwin)