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.