Running through chairs that rose sizing up the meaning Smiles for the camera and cries her pot was always steaming But he won’t ask her again for to him she is numbered Storms on that horizon have blown her lips rest on the tumbler She decides to head down below to omit the danger Flowers in her dressing room again and all from a stranger To bite the bullet and moan would take to much pain She is leaving to do it all on her own and out in the (street rain?) But now that your out on your own For the needs you once had they have grown The lights and applause were your home This will all go away You pulled your own weight all the same With your hunger your voice had a chain Your talent was never the thing This will all go away There’s nothing more pure than love She said in a drunken fling Three years later your back with your mother You know what she brings Your making your living in bars and tied to street corners Your heroin and junkie’s (are clean?) is one for the mourners Your voice never clutches at straws you can bury the morning But things were never the same after you left without fair warning But things should have not turned out this way Not even in your deepest fears You can’t ever go back to the crowds or to the good old years But now that your out on your own For the needs you once had they have grown The lights and applause were your home This will all go away You pulled your own weight all the same With your hunger your voice had a chain Your talent was never the thing This will all go away This will all go away This will all go away This will all go away