The Backing Singer

Running through chairs that rose sizing up the meaning

Smiles for the camera and cries her pot was always steaming

But he won’t ask her again for to him she is numbered

Storms on that horizon have blown her lips rest on the tumbler

She decides to head down below to omit the danger

Flowers in her dressing room again and all from a stranger

To bite the bullet and moan would take to much pain

She is leaving to do it all on her own and out in the (street rain?)

But now that your out on your own

For the needs you once had they have grown

The lights and applause were your home

This will all go away

You pulled your own weight all the same

With your hunger your voice had a chain

Your talent was never the thing

This will all go away

There’s nothing more pure than love

She said in a drunken fling

Three years later your back with your mother

You know what she brings

Your making your living in bars and tied to street corners

Your heroin and junkie’s (are clean?) is one for the mourners

Your voice never clutches at straws you can bury the morning

But things were never the same after you left without fair warning

But things should have not turned out this way

Not even in your deepest fears

You can’t ever go back to the crowds or to the good old years

But now that your out on your own

For the needs you once had they have grown

The lights and applause were your home

This will all go away

You pulled your own weight all the same

With your hunger your voice had a chain

Your talent was never the thing

This will all go away

This will all go away

This will all go away

This will all go away