"One Man Show"
I used to want sing onstage, See my music on the printed page
Action figures in a bedroom band, Always a one man show
Under age I'd sneak into a bar, Watch a hippie sing and play guitar
Songs of beer and fights and tainted love, Filled my night time hours
There's something bout a one man show, Guitar and voice stripping bare the soul
Words matter not - Only the thought, The heart of this a one man show
I'd sing a harmony so high and light, Interrupted by a bar room fight
Stick around and help clean the mess, Just to music talk a while
I tried performing on a night or two, Forget the words and sang like Scooby Doo
They were polite, hardly booed at all, I gave the dream a rest
There's something bout a one man show, Guitar and voice stripping bare the soul
Words matter not - Only the thought, The heart of this a one man show
Now and then when the gig was done, We'd sit in living rooms and play for fun
I'd scrape the strings and do a riff or 2, Then watch a second show
So many years have passed since then, Quite a distance between boy and man
The dream is rested and snores at times, But never went away
There's something bout a one man show, Guitar and voice stripping bare the soul
Words matter not - Only the thought, The heart of this a one man show
Sometimes I hear a voice sing back, My own harmony the missing track
There's time it seems - To pursue the dream, So I begin my one man show
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