I know they want my songs; want me to sing
Even if my marriage is failing
There isn't enough fresh air left this spring
To fill the room I love to sit and be
In the thin apron of theatre light
I pretend to be relevant even kind
For the eyes and faces lost there in the dark
They applause makes me think I lit a spark
For the singer; there's the stage
Just like you it calls me; just like you it waits
Morning comes and I'm all emptied out
That wisdom lived last night now lost in doubt
My words are tested on my closest few
I'm sorry loves for sinning against you
For the singer; there's the stage
Just like you it calls me; just like you it waits
It leaves me wondering about my life; who've been singing for this whole time
I've lost and found myself on those old keys
A hundred times, oh Lord, been on my knees
For the singer; there's the stage
Just like you it calls me; just like you it waits
For the singer; there's the stage
Just like you it calls me; just like you it waits