Bobby Long - THE BACKING SINGER lyrics

Running through chairs and rows, 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 lumber 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 mourn would take too much pain She's leaving to do it all on her own and out in the street rain Now that you're out on your own For the needs you once had they have grown The lights and applause weren't your own and will go away You pulled your own weight all the same With your hunger, your voice and a chain Your talent was never the fame This will all go away There is nothing more pure than love you said in a drunken fling Three years later you're back with your mother, and you eat what she brings You're making your living in bars and tied to street corners You're a hit with the junkies and cleaners and one for the mourners Your voice never clutches at straws, you could bury the morning But, things were never the same after you had left without hearing fair warning Things shouldn't have turned out this way, not even in your deepest fears You can't ever go back to the crowds and to the good old years Now that you're out on your own For the needs you once had they have grown The lights and applause weren't your own and will go away You pulled your own weight all the same With your hunger, your voice and a chain Your talent was never the fame This will all go away This will all go away This will all go away