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The Final Curtain

 1989

The lights go up, the music starts

My heart picks up its pace

My mind melts into the scene

As I jump into the race

 

Diamond eyes peering to the stage

And they reflect the crystal lights

Nothing else matters to me

Except the way I feel tonight

 

Curtain falls, lights go out

I pack up for the night

Conversations behind the door

The satisfaction feels so right

 

One more drink, one more autograph

One more night of fans and friends

As much as I live to be there

It tares me up to know it will end

 

Im a victim to this heart of mine

Putting my emotions on the line

Volunteering all my time

To the lonely road that calls

What will I do when all have gone

When everything is said and done

How do I carry on

When the final curtain falls

 

It’s a hard life in Rock and Roll, but I wouldn’t travel another road

I only want to lose control in the rhythm tonight

 

One more night, one more song

Two more months til I get home

The crowd makes this all worthwhile

As I put down my microphone

 

Looking back on all the pain

Success is worth all the fall

But the fear of ending still remains

I never want my curtain call

     An attempt by Jason and me to write another "killer" 80s glam-rock song! While this song is written about traveling on the road with a succesful band, the reality of it is that the furthest Jason and I got to traveling while performing was from my livingroom to the kitchen to grab a soda! I do, however, think that this songs is a pretty good representation of how I feel about performing. 

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