Singing Without Stage Lights

Look me in the eye and tell me a story,

Of stage lights and make-believe glory.

Of living the dream, to wake up screaming;

Didn’t tell you they’d put a price-tag on dreaming.

Tell me how much you sold for?

The buyer – a corporation or the press corps?

What price for the smile that’s got the crowds swooning?

Kiss the mic and stamp a number on our undoing.

Say, can you still sing me a song when we’re all alone?

Can you still hum a tune without a microphone?

Write a melody that won’t hit any Billboard charts

Sing a song about how we’re not falling apart.