the singer with tears in your eyes

The singer with tears in your eyes,
sometimes you fall, sometimes you fly.
Tonight, you cry.

The singer with tears in your eyes,
remembering stolen guitars,
yet still, you sing.
And your pain pulls at my own heartstrings.

Not even the microphone
can hide the anguish.

The tools of a songwriter’s trade,
a cherished legacy,
gone.

And you have miles yet to travel.
So many miles to go,
and no time to unravel.

Tears roll on down.
Sing deep, sing low.
Nowhere for the pain to go.

I watch you suspended in the darkness,
beneath the neon glow of the stage,
struggling to let go
of what you once believed was yours,
but now belongs only to time.

A silent witness to your lonely fight,
I know I’ll remember this moment
for the rest of my life.

And when you’re no longer angry,
will you remember
the sadness you wore?

The singer with tears in your eyes,
sometimes you fall, sometimes you fly.
Tonight, you cry.

Tears roll on down.
You sang deep, you sang low.
Tell me,
where will all that pain go?