Loud mouth empty hands
That wont work he said at lunch
Hadnt read a single page not a hunch
Arms folded leaning back
Expert at the things hell never track
Trust me Ive seen it all before
Seen it where from the break room floor
Opinions stacked like paper cups
Empty inside but they never shut up
Big talk from a small chair
Advice from someone who was never there
Never tried but always knows
Pointing fingers striking pose
Mouth keeps running feet stay still
Loudest voice with the weakest will
Pitched my idea room went quiet
He said risky before hed buy it
Three months later someone else tried
Same concept now hes on their side
I always knew that one would hit
Funny how the mouth just flips
Conference call he takes the floor
Talking long but saying even more of nothing
Critics built their throne on doubt
Louder in than they are out
Never tried but always talks
Drawing maps but never walks
I stopped listening to the noise
Now my silence is my choice
Was I wrong to dream that loud
Or did their doubt just make me proud
Hands still shake before I pitch
But at least my hands have touched the switch
Mm mm touched the switch
Oh built it stitch by stitch
Loud mouth empty hands