Hiding Home

The curtains rise and who they were is gone
They recite their lines and the pressures on
A joke on which her life and his now depend
A story of love, a comedy of errors
The crowd is vicious and smells blood in the air
They sense a weakness and they write to kill
Too soon, far too soon, goes another crew
Sick with the bends and they never had a flare
Whatever he touched seemed to turn into dust
Rain came down and turned metal into rust
That’s why he’s hiding home, hiding home
He’s hiding home while the overture goes
A graveyard of ships, all with torn off masts
They weren’t the first and they won’t be the last
But for now, he’s bailing out and buying a property
In a city too far for them to notice or care for him
Whatever he touched seemed to turn into dust
Rain came down and turned metal into rust
That’s why he’s hiding home, hiding home
He’s hiding home while the overture goes
And now he’s here, right in front of you
He’s on a stage somewhere and you’re on it too
What will you say to him, as he boards your ship
And the critics' pens, they come down on you