Bring on the Amateurs
This is not a dive This is not a low We fool ourselves today Tomorrow finds us Tomorrow sometimes knows. Find me a way to stay here, my love. Smoke hangs in the air The compare's made of wood The stand-up's standing down The band keep playing They're misunderstood. CHORUS ----------- It's not my place to put you down It ain't my place to run you 'round It's not my place to put you down My friends. ----------- Charley sets the pace Just like when he was young Each sleeve hides an ace He stands there smiling But the encore never comes. CHORUS The show ain't over until The fat lady sings Yeah, she's flat and shrill Old and tired From waiting in the wings. Find me a way to stay here, my love Find me a way to stay here.
© Severn Dwyer. 2015