Halo

This ain’t no curtain call
No ovation
The mob is growing
And they’re impatient
I see matches
And I see torches
Sometimes it burns
Sometimes it scorches
Oh, put your hands down
There’s nothing left to call
I will be watching
When your halo begins to fall
This ain’t no fairy tale
This ain’t no fable
I’ll find a moral when I’m able
In the pouring rain
And you remember
The car that pulled away last November (ch)