Lights Go Up

I am old but I want to do it again. But like the end of a book when there are no pages left, you can only look back at the time that you spent, not the life that you wanted but the life that you led. I’ve seen it all but I don’t know what’s next. Ours wasn’t a love for an audience. The pictures we take don’t resolve, they only reflect. Feeling like I’ve been here before. Stood on this stage, walked through that door. There are still so many things that I will never know, after the lights go up and the curtains close. I’ve seen it all but I don’t know what’s next. Ours wasn’t a love for an audience. The pictures we take don’t resolve, they only reflect. I’m still in love with you, after all of this time. The best days of my life were when you were mine. They’ll be the branches I always use to climb through my life. Sometimes life is so empty, sometimes life is so cold, I wanted to grow old with you but I put that on hold. I’ll see you again when our story gets retold. And I’ve been here before. Cast a seed to the sky as my valediction, that you could be the vine to grow a truth from the fiction. Empty the theatre, rush through the door, start living the life you never could before. It’s the morning again at the factory, someone will meet me there and rip me out of my dream. Warm my blood before I say goodbye, a new sun in the sky and love will never die.