The Performer Lyrics

I stand on this stage, one empty page
Nothing to tell, so little to sell
Wont you come on in my old friends and sit down
Im just what you see, theres nothing to me
A piece of the end that never has been
Wont you come on in my old friends and sit down
Chorus:
Cant you tell by my clothes I never made it
Cant you hear that my songs just wont sing
Cant you see in my eyes that I hate it
Wasting twenty four years on a dream
Thanks for coming by to sit and watch me die
God knows friends i might theres three more shoulders tonight
Wont you come on in my old friends and sit down
Thanks for coming by...
by: Jos Duarte
jtduarte1@gmail.com