i sit in the dark practicing my lines
                the moon she watches me with a smile
she seems to enjoy my pain, my miss takes
                with the moon as my sole audience i bare my soul
i do not hear the murmurs behind me as i pour out my life
                every pore an open faucet spilling details, tales
the moon no longer smiles, her tears rain dew drops on my hair
                i fall to my knees and her weeping does cease
in the silence i hear breathing behind me
                i turn to welcome a stranger to save me from my isolation
he walks my way silver with the moonlight shining in his hair
                the look of love emanating from his stare
cut

the magic is lost and we're all just clowns moving from town to town