He'd sing his song most every night
Wishing she was there behind the light.
The people danced and sang along
On the cardboard stage he never sang it wrong.
And the piper played the tune.
And the drummer wore his spurs.
But the song that the singer sang was for her.
Now the singer's song is never heard.
And the visions he once saw are disappeared.
Now they never dance or sing along.
But on the cardboard stage he never sang it wrong.
And the piper played the tune.
And the drummer wore his spurs.
But the song that the singer sang was for her.
