A story doesn't end
With the last stroke of a pen
There's always time for
An epilogue, a postscript
And by the way I noticed I'm feeling homesick
I don't need a crowd of people screaming
Just the rose tea you've been steeping
I'll play quiet while you're sleeping
Maybe in the morning
I can bring the boys in
You know they were born
To be performing
I'll don another mask
Another bit to make you laugh
You're the first to react like that
But just like the roses
Hung upside down in your window
I've been out too long and the pedals are starting to fall
I don't need a crowd of people screaming
Just the rose tea you've been steeping
I'll play quiet till you're sleeping
Maybe in the morning
I can bring the boys in
You know they were born
Born to be performing