The Performer
I stand on this stage, one empty page
Nothing to tell, so little to sell
Won’t you come on in my old friends and sit down
I’m just what you see, there’s nothing to me
A piece of the end that never has been
Won’t you come on in my old friends and sit down
Chorus:
Can’t you tell by my clothes I never made it
Can’t you hear that my songs just won’t sing
Can’t you see in my eyes that I hate it
Wasting twenty four years on a dream
Thanks for coming by to sit and watch me die
God knows friends i might there’s three more shoulders tonight
Won’t you come on in my old friends and sit down
Chorus
Thanks for coming by...
by: José Duarte
jtduarte1@gmail.com