There on the very first row
And I don't know where you are
And my spirits are so low
I know that I must perform
To make sure that show goes on
That there'll be no applause at home
I'll be calling out your name
And the final curtain call I'll feel the pain
Alone in my dressing room
Wondering how I'll get the strength to croon
And everywhere are pictures of me for you
But these melodies of love has turned into songs of blueRepeat **