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 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 [email protected]