Booth And she held my hand as if it were a prop And her tears all dried like lines that she forgot And she'd laugh with the air of a hurried scene change She could say goodbye like exiting a stage. Into her face I'd stare like an empty theatre. Darkness inside the concert hall The curtain would fall, the curtain would rise and fall and rise But something kept my shoes glued right to the floor Even when the lights went out I'd wait for more. The box office man said I can pay what I can I told him all that I could give were the words of being a man Who'd found his heart and then gave his heart To the sound of a song that's never played.