Paroles de 'The Backing Singer' par Bobby Long

Running through chairs that rose sizing up the meaning
Smiles for the camera and cries her pot was always steaming
But he won’t ask her again for to him she is numbered
Storms on that horizon have blown her lips rest on the tumbler
She decides to head down below to omit the danger
Flowers in her dressing room again and all from a stranger
To bite the bullet and moan would take to much pain
She is leaving to do it all on her own and out in the (street rain?)

But now that your out on your own
For the needs you once had they have grown
The lights and applause were your home
This will all go away
You pulled your own weight all the same
With your hunger your voice had a chain
Your talent was never the thing
This will all go away

There’s nothing more pure than love
She said in a drunken fling
Three years later your back with your mother
You know what she brings
Your making your living in bars and tied to street corners
Your heroin and junkie’s (are clean?) is one for the mourners

Your voice never clutches at straws you can bury the morning
But things were never the same after you left without fair warning
But things should have not turned out this way
Not even in your deepest fears
You can’t ever go back to the crowds or to the good old years

But now that your out on your own
For the needs you once had they have grown
The lights and applause were your home
This will all go away
You pulled your own weight all the same
With your hunger your voice had a chain
Your talent was never the thing
This will all go away
This will all go away
This will all go away
This will all go away